#Chapter67 The Agony

"Lorey, baby?" He follows me, obviously getting the waves of wounded mood and sulkiness coming his way. I know I chastised myself last night, to be more patient and reel him in, but I'm so sick of this hot and cold thing he has going on. It's up and down, touch, don't touch. Mate, not mate, and it's messing with my head. No wonder I'm having a hard time even sticking to my own plan.

I ignore him completely, annoyed at myself for once again turning hostile when he was genuinely fooling around, but the fact I know we have two weeks before he marks that bitch...