Ivan
Turning off the hot water, I let the herbs sit a little longer in the bottom of the enormous bathtub.
The smell was mossy, like clovers, and hit your nose like a ton of bricks.
I don't think this will work, but I'll try anything. My mind was on edge, and my body was itching with the desire to mate. I've never experienced this level of brain fog, and I've been high enough to forget an entire week before.
Without a doubt, this was a hundred times worse.
Nefra's waiting on the bed, her attention somewhere else as she waits. I don't need to sense her emotions to know what she's thinking. This wasn't shallow water for us.
'Just because she wants to come with me, doesn't mean she's ready to do more.'
Yet, she was here, willing to try. It's hard to tell if I should feel optimistic or anxious about this. Either way, I can't avoid it anymore.
I want her, but I'll never force her to be with me.
'She'd hate me, and I'd hate myself.'
