Makksi-

I kissed him. Why did I kiss him? What was I thinking? Surely I’ve gone entirely mad. I have never acted this way and so rashly before with anyone.

I position my back against the door of my quarters after closing it on his beautiful face while I hyperventilate for but a moment. My breaths are labored and ragged as I come to terms with what had just transpired. My mind replays the events with slight disbelief and I am left at a loss of what to do next with this situation.

Those beautiful and vibrant green eyes that were so full of life still bore into my soul, even as he is no longer present before me. His soft-appearing black hair was combed to the side most appealingly and with quite an impressive shine. His rough yet gentle lips and the warmth of his hands on my waist; all call him back to me with an intense magnetism.

I had received a very slight and similar feeling from- Lucca, as I did from his Alpha, and yet…curiously, I felt no loathing for him. Quite the opposite. There was an odd calmness to his presence. His bright, overly confident, and what little that I saw of his personality; was oddly enticing.

What has come over me? Perhaps I am fatigued from today’s events and should retire early; forgo the entire soiree this evening even though my Mother demands that I attend. Surely another encounter would entice me into another situation such as the one that has just occurred.

And thus, I stalk with a determination towards my bed and toss myself upon its royal blue satin sheets and thick duvet, still unmade from earlier this morning. I’ll have to have words with someone about this blatant disregard of duty. But not at this time.

For now, I mumble incoherently and press one of my pillows near-suffocatingly against my face as I writhe on the bed’s surface.

But then I halt my motion for but a mere moment as a thought mentions itself within my mind. What would become of me and my position should he speak of what had happened? Would he? Surely he will go back to his Alpha and speak tales of this sudden success.

Word would spread like wildfire within the werecat community and I would become a laughingstock of our race. The werecat that kissed a werewolf. I shudder to think of the repercussions of this outcome.

While the unceasingly persistent image of him and our past short activity is etched upon my memory, an issue arises, quite literally; and so I groan in displeasure. Rarely has another man elicited such a response from me, yet here I am. The rhythmical pulse is incessant and quite bothersome.

For once I am immensely grateful for the existence of the adjacent bathroom to my quarters since Arko could make his presence known at any moment. So I rise from my bed and make my way across the room. Images of green eyes and black hair ghost through my mind as I open my slacks, the very imagery initiating more of a reaction from below…

I am left with a feeling of shame from what I had just performed to the thoughts of a ‘dog’ as I pick my trousers back up from the floor. “However, a handsome one,” I think to myself and am left with a hint of a smile. With a deep contented sigh, for once in my life, I can say that perhaps not all wolves are entirely repulsive.