I was standing downwind and got a face full of a myriad of scents from our pack. I hoped, and I hoped really hard, that no one was downwind of me and smelling what was happening with me–or rather what had just happened with me and Noah. Hell, I didn’t even want to know what had happened.

I had been stupid. Like, really stupid.

Granted, it had also felt really good. Like, really, really good. But what complications had I invited into my life by giving in?

I tried not ...