A week has passed since that first fateful night with Clayton, and the haze of my heat is finally fading.
Clayton rarely left my side, and every time I think of him, I blush. To go from a virgin with almost no experience to so many memories of his naked body over mine, his large hands rough on my skin, and the near-violent collision of our passion, over and over again…?
It's like a different world.
I can't help looking at men a little differently, with a little bit more suspicion. If someone as polite and gentlemanly as Clayton can have that side of him, aren't they all just brutal beasts in bed?
Well, your heat experience is a little unique, Selene says dryly.
Clayton's back with his pack today, doing alpha-things, I think. I'm not sure. He was gone when I woke up.
