I didn’t know what was going on but whatever it was it was scaring the hell out of me. The sparks were anything but painful but the intense yearning I suddenly felt to touch him, to be around him was terrifying me. I hadn’t expected for him to want to touch me so I hadn’t bothered to try and avoid his fingers, thinking that he would hastily pull them away when I got to close to his liking. But when he didn’t, when I touched him and felt the sparks I couldn’t help but want to get away from them, fearing that if not I would have followed my urges to jump him right there and then.
Never before had I felt anything like it, the feeling shooting from where we touched as it seemed to ignite my body and wolf to a limit which I didn’t think was possible. Both the flower and the food were forgotten
