ARIA
The morning after the full moon I felt like I had been hit by a truck. My body ached in places that had nothing to do with cleaning or filing papers. The restless itch under my skin was gone, but the memory of Damian pinning me against the hallway wall refused to leave. Each time I closed my eyes I felt his thigh between my legs and heard that low rumble in his chest.
I avoided him all morning. I scrubbed bathrooms that didn't need scrubbing and reorganized the pantry until the maid gave me a weird look. Anything to keep busy and not think about how close I had come to saying don't stop again.
Around noon Damian found me in the laundry room folding towels like my life depended on it.
"We're leaving in thirty minutes," he said. "Pack territory border meeting. You're comin
