I am burning with desire for my mate, but I work to tuck it in so that he can enjoy this night to the fullest. I know that all I have to do is to say something, to whisper the words into his ears and he would gladly leave the party behind and follow me home.
But I don't want that. I know how much spending time together here means to my mate, so I don't want to ruin it.
He has been in his element all night, chatting with as many people as he can and hugging almost everybody. He spent the first half of the night stuck to my side, dancing and chatting. The only people who dared to interrupt us were his family and the twins. I can tell that pack members are itching to talk to him as they usually do, but they don't know how to approach him while he was plastered against me.
Storm either doesn't see the furtive glances or cannot be bothered to give anyone else attention. I have all of his attention, and it feels like a heady drug, rushing through me and making me light and smug.