It had been a few days since my heat ended. I was back at work and Xavier was splitting his time between his house and the pack house. Since being together so intensely, it was increasingly hard to be away from Xavier. I wanted to be near him all the time, and when we were together, I was constantly touching him, sitting close to him, standing so we had contact. There was a distinct possibility I was losing it or becoming that kind of clingy woman I swore I would never become. I was sitting on my porch, drinking coffee, hoping the view would give me some clarity about what I was feeling towards Xavier and his request that I move in with him.
We had only spent one night together over the last five or so days, and Xavier barely touched me. He also hadn’t brought up marking again. The night
