"It's not...." Derek trailed off, embarrassed. This wasn't a talk he'd ever gotten from his father before he'd died. He'd done a lot of research--and that was what it was, just research--after Kate, wanting to forget everything he'd learned with her. He'd thought himself in love. And there was nothing less like what he'd shared with Kate than fully-shifted were sex.
"Just forget it," he muttered, and sat up, finally, to pad to the bathroom and get a damp cloth to clean them both up.