I carefully extract the sweet bundle from my lap, placing her on the seat beside me. The fog of lust is still covering her eyes, but I can see her slowly coming down from the endorphin high. Her pulse isn’t racing so fast anymore, and I settle my palm on her belly, feeling our pup. He’s awake and giving off pulses of happy contentment, no doubt pleased to have us both near. I tenderly stroke Ella’s stomach, still reveling in our baby’s elusive consciousness. “The pup’s influence is strong – you’re acting more like a wolf every day.” I observe.
“I’m sorry.” Ella finally confesses, looking truly lost now. “Not just for the bite… for all of it. I don’t know what came over me.”
“You don’t have to apologize.” I answer. “I like kissing you.”
“But it’s not…” She shakes her head. “I don’t want
