While waiting for Spade, Arren remained in his position, but he leaned his head to the side as he closed his eyes. The faint pheromones from his clothes were not exactly enough, but they were better than nothing, and they kept his rationality at bay.
Arren couldn't say the same about his desires, or at least he felt more excited than usual. It was as though he was drunk or high on some drugs, and in this case, high on Spade's pheromones.
He took a deep breath, scooted further inside, laid down on his side, and hugged his knees. Arren still had his eyes closed, and it seemed like any minute he was about to fall asleep.
It was still warm, and somehow the uncomfortable feeling of wanting to have something had already awakened inside of him, but it wasn't so intense that he would lose his sanity because of it.
His pre-heat might be much longer than last time before his actual heat erupted.
