***[POV: Sulking She-wolf]***
The cooled leather seats of the SUV felt cold against my back. Warmth was still radiating through my body from... earlier. I stared out the tinted window at the city lights and traffic blurring past.
And my fingers unconsciously traced the spot on my wrist where Citra had grabbed at. To pull me along for what she wanted to do. The way she'd looked at me, the weight of her body above mine, the soft presses of lips against my throat-
"Kyrie."
When my head lolled into the window glass, Luca's voice cut through my reverie. A little sharp with his barely contained frustration. But I didn't turn from the window, because I didn't want to look at him.
"...What is it?"
I just wanted to keep seeing her in my mind.
"You know exactly what it is. You can't walk into this meeting like this."
His tone had the edge he used when he was about to challenge me on something important. A quality I value in him greatly, at normal times.
"Like what?"
