Renar knew it was a lame question, an overused cliché that sound like a statement, this woman effortlessly drove his desire into madness.
His breath came in ragged pulls, his body seized by a hunger he couldn't control. Every inhale dragged in the intoxicating scent of sweet thick honey clinging to her skin, stirring something primal inside him.
He might have understood if it had only lingered while they were in the same room earlier. But even after he left her ward, the scent refused to leave him.
It clung to his senses, threading through his mind like a curse. Even in the presence of other patients, it remained like a phantom scent haunting him. It had gotten so bad that he'd absentmindedly called his patient by her name.
The more he resisted, the worse it became. The ache clawed at his sanity, the very air thick with her presence.
And what unsettled him the most was the fact that he felt this relentless pull despite still being under the effects of the unbonding pill.
