Esme.
I wore a gentle smile, my movements fluid, acting like the small action of moving from my bed to where Cooper stood wasn't tearing apart my already torn body.
When I placed one leg on the floor, I felt some mild pain, but when the second connected with the ground, it was like the space between my legs was on fire, and a whimper threatened to escape from my lips.
Well, I held myself. I smiled through the pain, the corners of my eyes glistening with tears as I grounded myself, now, standing right before Cooper.
If my shaky movements didn't sell me out, then my scent wasn't going to. After I came from the mating arena, I had showered thoroughly, scrubbing my body hard to remove their scents from me, and even then, I had gone ahead and sprayed myself with my scent-mimicking perfum
