I was halfway home when she left her room and headed outside. I didn't turn back but instead opened my inner eye to watch her as she floated atop the water. The turmoil in her mind was like needles pricking against my senses and I did my best to ignore.
Since it was still night I stayed out on the balcony and let the cooling night breeze keep me calm as I studied her. I had no intentions of taking even a drop of the cognac I'd poured myself when I walked inside my bedroom to turn the stereo on low just for some background noise to drown out my own thoughts.
I wouldn't risk drinking this close to our mating. Not because I'm afraid that I might hurt her. What I told her was the truth, I'd rather cut off my own arm than hurt her. But it could mean the difference between me preparing her well enough to take me, or going half ass and fucking her raw.