Chapter 23: Sean's Place

His apartment is just like she remembers it, cluttered but clean, masculine, homey. She’s chugging a Powerade to get the taste of two Taco Bell burritos out of her mouth, but Sean didn’t seem to mind what her mouth tasted like during her last heat, so maybe—

“Are you still hungry?”

He’s so patient. So sweet. She can’t remember, just now, why she didn’t come here in the first place. He’s already called out for her again, and sent the same I’m in heat and taken care of text from last time, and responded to all of the immediate interrogations from her closest friends with a Snapchat of them curled up in the hotel bed. He even had the decency not to ask her why Pam thought she was mad at him.

“No,” she says. She’s already starting to sweat, heat pulsing inside her, making her brain go all fuzzy. “I just want you.”