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[Ryker]
The dark brown hair that is fanned around her face falls back behind her head when I help Layla up from the mat and look into her green eyes with golden brown flecks that are still bright even though I have worked her to the bone. A few errant hairs must have fallen out of her ponytail during our training session, and for a long moment I contemplate pushing them back from her beautiful face. Instead, I clench my hands at my sides to prevent myself from reaching out when I am not sure how she will respond.
It's only been a few days since she has stopped responding to the mating pull, so I try to tell myself not to worry about it, but I can't help but second guess my every move and every word when I am around her. Even though I was only able to experience it for a short time, I already miss the feeling of being near a potential mate and the memory of it has me nearly salivating every time I am near her.
