~Anning~
I just stared up at her for a second, chest heaving, her hair tickling my face, both of us sweaty and wrecked and grinning even though my brain was screaming what the actual fuck just happened. She was still propped on her elbow, waiting for an answer to that question what made me do this all of a sudden and I felt my stomach twist because the truth was messy and complicated and probably sounded insane out loud.
I reached up, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and let out this shaky laugh. "Okay, don't freak out on me, but I think... I think it's the pheromones. Or the suppressants. Or both. Whatever."
She blinked. "Come again?"
