Arthur stared at the phone he had left on the kitchen island. It has been ringing since morning — right after Eugene's usual waking time. Actually, it had been ringing since yesterday, especially last night. But Arthur...
Arthur had no courage to pick it up.
Rut was rut; it wasn't his first time. He had his medicine and just had to let it pass as usual. As usual.
Unfortunately, his condition wasn't usual. He didn't know if it was because he officially had an omega partner now, or because he had inhaled more of Eugene's pheromone since his last rut, but he could hardly keep his head straight. He didn't know what kind of sound his throat would be making, so he didn't answer it.
As for a video call? Forget it. He was beyond messy with all the sweat dripping from him; each droplet contained repressed pheromone. It filled the whole apartment like a haze, creating all kinds of mirage.
