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We didn’t stop until I couldn’t keep my eyes open for another minute.
And the conversations we had weren’t the shallow ones about weather, clothing, and books, that we’d had during our first few weeks together. Instead, we had deep, meaningful conversations about life, love, and purpose.
It may have been the best night of my whole damn life. The sex had been great… but the conversation was even better.
The following days flew by.
I helped Ivaylo build a ladder, table, and chairs (though he needed no help, and I was nearly useless). I also planned my human lessons, and gave them to him first, scribbling down the questions he asked so I was ready.
Every moment, we were together.
And every moment, we talked.
Though the frenzy grew almost unbearably brighter and hotter, neither of us made a move to act on the desire again.
We had hit a stride of some sort, and it felt like we had come to a silent agreement not to mess with the vibes.
My fur itched madly, my body seeming to struggle with the need to shift, but I couldn’t act on that either.
We were focused on getting to know each other and becoming friends, which we both wanted…
But damn, I also wanted Ivaylo to just grab me, kiss me, and growl that he couldn’t wait another minute to have me.
Almost two weekspassed with us ignoring the desire of our frenzy, and the morning of my human classes finally arrived.
I woke up alone in bed for the first time in days, and found Ivaylo pacing the den silently.
I watched him silently for a few minutes before finally whispering, “Why are you pacing?”
He halted, his eyes running over me slowly.
Hungrily.
The frenzy pulsed around him like a damn heartbeat.
That wasn’t new, and neither was the intensity of his gaze, so I wasn’t about to bring it up.
“Couldn’t sleep,” he finally said, his voice gravelly.
Ivaylo resumed pacing, and I continued staring at him.
“Why couldn’t you sleep?” I asked, after a few minutes of silence.
He didn’t respond right away. I had learned from experience that sometimes he needed a few minutes to work through his thoughts, and I could’ve waited… but I felt bad that he was struggling.
Slipping out of bed, I padded over to him.
He stopped when I stepped into his path. When I wrapped my arms around his back, he grabbed my waist and gripped me lightly.
My voice was soft when I asked, “What’s the problem? Tell me, and we’ll figure it out.”
He let out a long, slow breath. “I’m trying to remove the problem myself.”
“That’s great, but I’m offering to help.”
“You’ll be annoyed,” he grumbled back.
I went up on my tiptoes and grabbed his face. “Tell me, Vay.”
