(Author Aom Ro)
Fon gave Kit a perplexed look as he appeared on his doorstep at such an hour.
Kit smiled apologetically. "Heater broke again. Sorry to wake you."
His smile faded as Fon bought the excuse and let him inside.
Unable to track Bell scent, Kit anxiously spam-texted everyone, inquiring about his sudden whereabouts.
He reached Fon's room, his hands impatiently touching the doorknob and wooden surface—
"Er,Kit, can you sleep on the couch instead? It's too crowded in my room right now," Fon asked, forcibly removing strange tight grips.
Kit eyes darted to Fon's hands.
"I'm going to sleep as well; you should too," Fon said groggily before releasing.
Kit's hands went to his backside, not ready for the packs to be disgusted by him; to lose them.
He yearned to know Bell a little bit more before betraying them.
Fon frowned deeply at his stare. "Kit, he's alright. I've never seen you act this way—"
Kit interrupted with a cracked tone. "Can you sleep by me on the couch tonight? I've been feeling jumpy lately."
––––––––––––––––––––––––
Once Fon fell asleep, Kit quietly opened his bedroom door to find Bell resting on Fon's bed, hidden from him by his stench.
Had Bell planned to reveal what happened between them and cuddle? Would his bite wounds look disgusting to someone else's eyes?
Driven by paranoia, Kit rushed over to the blanket fort and pulled it open.
Inside, his eyes gazed down at the sleeping werewolf wearing a turtleneck.
Kit clutched the blanket fort tighter, slowly loosing ground to back away.
Temptations brewed dangerously loud in his veins to rip the blankets further, even rest next to him.
Fon can't go near this sleeping werewolf. Nobody gets it.
His fingers itched to reach out.
Kit's omega side impatiently waited to be near him like this.
The locked door slammed open, but he refused to hide or run. He had come here to secure his messy thoughts.