A Bath for One
Sylvia:
My heart was racing as I half ran back to my room and quickly threw the door closed. My skin felt warm to the touch, my breath was staggering out. Their scents were still around me, lingering. The sweet smell of a dewy morning, the moisture lingering on the grass radiated from where Sinlan had touched my hand and my hip.
Silas left behind the scent of mossy earth, like a forest on a crisp night. I touched my neck feeling where his face had brushed when he whispered into my ear. My pulse quickened and I felt the warmth spread to my legs. No, I couldn't think of them like that. If that man had shown me anything it is that the threat of what would happen if I accepted my mates is very real. I wouldn't let them be hurt because of me.