"Nothing for you to worry yourself over, Ceseareo," Leighton responded as she turned back to face him. She didn't elaborate, as she walked back to the bed, and sat on the edge again, not quite out of reach. Her turquoise eyes moved over his form, with the sheet over most of him, but she could still see enough of his smooth skin to remember how it tasted, the salty sweat on his skin, the musky wolf smell that smelled just like home did, and how very good the experienced Alpha was with his body. And his tongue. She remembered that quite well. She also remembered using her own mouth on as much of that perfect muscled body as she could.
It was odd how much she wanted to curl back up under the sheets with him and hide from the world. Stay here with him, taking for herself what she wanted. And she didn't want to read more into it then what it was. A one night stand. So as much as she wanted to crawl back in bed and wake up a few hours later to have him again, and maybe some breakfast, she couldn't. She had responsibilities, a life he didn't fit in. A life he didn't want a part of. And just like that she had over analyzed everything all over again, and her walls were back up.
Another problem hit her and she sighed. "I think I only have a half shredded jacket and boots," she said with a frown. "And possibly half a shirt covered in blood."