He hadn't been able to stop himself. Spencer had found himself half heartedly listening to Thomas ramble on about pack business and what needed to be done, his mind still on that amazing scent last night. It reminded him of butterscotch with a trace of honey and man had it smelt delicious. He wanted to smell it again and at the moment in the state he was, he could barely remember a single thing that Thomas had told him.
Thomas obviously sensed it as well, sighing profusely as he finally snapped "are you listening to a word I've said?"
Spencer looked at him. "Not really" he admitted lowly "I can't stop thinking about this scent I smelt last night' he added and Thomas frowned slightly at that.
"Explain" Thomas said slightly bemused. Was Spencer perhaps talking about a possible mate?
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