Waking up early, Arthur prepared a hangover soup and baked some fresh, soft dinner rolls for Eugene's breakfast. He also brought a jar of honey, some lemons, and a pack of hangover relief medicine.
All of them almost ended up clattering on the floor when Arthur opened the door.
It was as intense as the scent in the car--probably slightly more. Wouldn't mean anything for others, but...a car and a house were different. Smelling this strongly at the foyer meant the pheromone had been filling the whole house for hours.
It did not diminish--it only got stronger.
Arthur closed the door immediately to prevent the pheromone from slipping outside. As he placed the bag he brought on the floor, he realized his hands were trembling. If it were just normal pheromones, he could restrain any urge with sheer willpower--but, this...
He's on heat?!
