I've been dragging my heels for days, we're back in his own cabin, so i've basically been inside of my room trying to sleep as much as i can. The emotion side of me is wanting the man in my dreams, and right now it's taking over me.
Everyone has been worried, but it's not hard to pull it off as i'm sick. I was in 'heat' or whatever. But now i'm not dreaming of him anymore, which makes me more sad.
"Xavier? C'mon get up, we'll go hunting."
I huff at him, moving the sleeping bag over me.
"Alright what's going on?" Noah sits in front of me, before laying on his side so we're face to face.
"Nothing."
"Tell papa."
I roll my eyes.
"I'm serious, you haven't left his room since we got here a week ago. What is wrong?"
I look at him and sigh. "Don't tell anyone."
"Secret is safe wtih m
