His scent.

The taste of his mouth.

The feel of his hands.

Two weeks.

It has been two weeks since the locker room incident; yet the memories still haunt her at the most unexpected moments.

Like now. Walking behind him through an alien forest. The light and shadow dancing over their skin and clothes as the soft breeze moves the branches of the trees.

Light and dark.

The primitive side of her brain that incited her to mate with him is not controlling her anymore.

So why is the thought of losing herself into the darkness with him so tempting?