I sat by Damar's side, squeezing a piece of rough cloth and dabbing his pale skin with it.
He was burning, and by burning I mean the water evaporated as soon as it touched his skin.
It was that bad and I grew very worried.
I had to do something. His rut was dangerous, apparently. He wasn't erect now, despite being in a rut, and Noah told me that it would stay that way—forever—if he went any longer without intercourse.
In other words, I had to make him stand now, or else he would never stand again. I gulped.
Why were things with Damar always so different and complicated?
I watched how he breathed softly like he was sleeping peacefully, when he was burning so horribly.
I bit my lip. Should I do it now? I should... Should I?
My head was all over the place.
"How is he?" Noah asked and I nearly flinched, like I had been caught trying to steal. I lifted my head and found him walking into the cave with snow on his head.
