Cayden asks one of his pack mates to take me back to my room after dinner.
I'm so stuffed I can barely breathe. He told me he already sent Quinton on his way, and that he'll return in a day or two with the news. I'm having a hard time looking at him, after what transpired between us in the room.
Frankly, I'm embarrassed. Couldn't I have waited until he finished talking? I had to hop on him and kiss him? I need Cyran with me, to ease my worries as he usually does. I can't wait to see him, but I'm surprised to discover that I don't miss him as much as I should. It doesn't physically hurt like the last time. It's all because of Cayden. Sometimes when I look at him, it feels like I'm looking at Cyran. So it's like we're not apart. That's a terrible thing for me to do, but it eases my pain.
