You're Supposed to Love Me

~Laslo~

Last night was pure torture. This damn mate bond is hell. All night long I felt a pull to Nona. Every cell in my body, every ounce of blood, every hair follicle longed to be near Nona. My skin itches, begging to touch her, to brush up against her. I felt a chill in my body with something telling me that only the heat from Nona would make it go away. As much as I, Nero and I, want Zahara, thoughts of her weren't enough to erase the images of Nona. They couldn’t erase the raw need that was growing in me.

I got up early this morning; got up while it was still dark outside. I thought maybe a run through the forest would help me forget, help me maintain my distance. I should have known this was not going to be that easy. Instead of the run helping to clear my mind, it brought me right where I didn’t want to be. I found myself in a pair of basketball shorts, sitting in Nona’s room just watching her sleep. Her scent encompassed me and sleep took over.

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