“I’m so excited for you, Velma!”
“Me too! He was—he was so—ahhh…!”
Scarlett wasn’t quite squealing in joy like Velma was, but it was a near thing. How could she not be happy for her friend?
Velma and Jackson must have missed each other by a hair last time at the Moon Goddess Masquerade. Scarlett had managed to find Rowan, but Velma had JUST turned eighteen then, so it wasn’t strange that his scent was only now registering for her.
“Oh god, was this how you felt when you saw Rowan for the first time? I can barely contain myself.”
“It gets easier,” Scarlett reassured her. “But yeah, that feeling of want just gets more intense until you connect and figure out how to manage it. He BETTER be coming back with Rowan for lunch, or I swear…”
“Oh—Scarlett, what do I do? I don’t know anything about him, but I love him already,” Velma breathed.
