Soren stood frozen for a heartbeat, watching Caelen disappear into the bedroom, the faint trail of his citrus pheromones lingering in the air. His chest tightened. He wanted him.... he wanted him..... but fear curled under his ribs.
Caelen walked out of the room, "I will take a shower first."
Caelen was done showering but Soren still hadn't entered the room. Soren stood outside, hesitant to enter.
I'm bound to lose control with his pheromones. What am I supposed to do?
He closed his eyes and gulped. Why is he acting so out of place. He doesn't even know his feelings for sure.
I don't want to end up hurting him, his feelings, and getting hated at the end.
But if I don't do it, he would start crying and get hurt either way.
He tilted his head towards the ceiling and let out a sigh.
"Click!"
He opened the door and saw Caelen sitting at the bed, wrapping his arms around his knees. The room was already half filled with the citrus scent and it started to crawl up Soren's body.
