-Ronan-
It was rather late in the evening when I noticed something about Amber: her scent. It was suddenly sweeter. Leaning back in my seat, I observed her as she leaned over the big law book, a coffee in her hand. She shouldn’t already need a new blocker, that was too soon. But then again, she had pushed her heat away for a long time. Maybe she needed the blockers more regularly now.
“Amber?” I inquired.
She looked up from the book, smiling a little. “Yes?”
“Do you feel okay?”
She appeared confused. “I’m bored,” she admitted.
I chuckled. “Besides being bored,” I clarified.
She thought it over for a few seconds, then shrugged. “I feel fine.”
That puzzled me. Why would her scent be sweeter if she was feeling fine? Was there something I wasn’t seeing? But I pushed the thoughts away.
