Elsa
A week passed, and I kept myself busy, doing everything I could to avoid mentioning Adam. The nights were the hardest. My hormones were out of control, and there were so many moments when I desperately wanted Adam—his touch, his presence. I had to force myself to calm down, to push the feelings away just to get some sleep. It was difficult, but I knew it was necessary to keep up the act.
Oddly enough, Lucas didn’t try to touch me during this time, which I found strange but also relieving. There were moments, though, when I would catch him sniffing my clothes, taking in my scent like a wolf marking his territory. It made my skin crawl, but I kept quiet, pretending not to notice. I just kept counting down the days until his trip, when I would finally have the chance to snoop around th
