Tempest had never been taken care of so completely.
Her heat indeed flared back up a few hours after she woke up from that intense dream. It didn't deter Dron. He was there to help her through it exactly as Tempest believed he would.
The better he was to her, the worse Tempest felt.
Tempest was shaken all the way to her core after the dream. She needed to separate her feelings from Dron.
It was hard because Dron just made it so easy to love him. Everything he did, he did to please her.
For the past few days, Dron hadn't left Tempest's side. He even carried her to the kitchen to feed her when she was hungry. The only time he left her on her own was at Tempest's insistence while she used the bathroom to relieve herself. Even then, Dron hovered right outside the door.
His soft glances and sweet words chiseled their way into Tempest's heart. The only way Tempest could seperate was to not engage.
