Aiden and I agreed that we would handle the heat incident like mature adults. That is to say, we would pretend that it never happened. We would assume our normal roles in the household, and treat each other as nothing more than friendly acquaintances. We would not talk about the fact that we had been acquaintances with benefits for a couple of days. He went back to his bedroom, I remained in mine, and we both showered with copious amounts of rosemary and sage to remove the co-mingled scent from our bodies.
Neither of us mentioned the elephant in the room; the fact that every time I ovulated the heat cycle would start all over again. What about next month? And all the months after that? Logically, I knew Aiden couldn’t come to my rescue every time, but I wouldn’t mind if he did. Th
