Reid watched me with amusement while I threw my hair up in a messy bun and pulled on a pair of boots, quite obviously flustered. It quickly became clear that he really did have every intention to just get even later—his obvious erection gave him away, but his sense of self-control was unrivaled.
We said a quick goodbye to Cujo, and our walk to the pack hospital, our hands clasped together, was chilly and brisk.
Reid only agreed to hold my hand after my explicit permission for him to touch me.
As soon as we crossed the threshold into the waiting room, Doctor Henry all but pounced on us, and any lingering feelings of l**t or playfulness immediately died in me at the look of alarm in his eyes.
There were a few others there, sitting in chairs, waiting to be seen. Doctor Henry seemed ants
