The morning sun crept into the mansion, slipping past the heavy curtains and casting a soft golden glow over the bedroom. Tina stirred under the covers, hair tangled and her chaotic energy still palpable even in sleep. Vanilla-mint pheromones radiated in gentle waves, filling the room and tangling with Andrew's honey scent that lingered from the night before.
She blinked once, then twice, and realized she was… leaning against Andrew. Oh no. Panic surged through her veins. Her chaotic alpha instincts flared, heart racing like a drumline in a parade. Slowly, she tried to lift herself, but Andrew stirred, murmuring softly, half-asleep.
"Morning…" His voice was low, warm, and utterly disarming.
Tina froze. Her claws flexed under the covers. Vanilla-mint mixed with traces of Andrew's honey scent made her senses flare. Focus, Tina. Don't die from embarrassment. She wriggled quietly, trying to slide under the covers without alerting him.
