With urgency in his eyes, Daniel darted around the room, searching for anything resembling a clock—just to check the time. Luckily for him, only five minutes had passed.
"Damn you, heat—why now of all times?" he cursed under his breath. He needed to dress up and be downstairs before twenty minutes passed, leaving him at least a small window to deal with his current… situation.
"Oh gosh, this is embarrassing!" Daniel muttered, though he knew he had no other choice. If his pheromones leaked into the air and reached an Alpha, they would definitely be thrown into rut. And he couldn't even imagine the terrible things that would happen if Adrian of all people went into rut…
Rushing into the restroom, he twisted the tap on, letting water run as he sat down, clutching Adrian's clothes tightly in his hand.
The cinnamon scent that enveloped his nostrils was intoxicating—sweet enough to let off some steam before someone else did it for him.
