By the next morning, the heat had hit me full on. I couldn't stop sweating. It was like my body was mad at me for depriving it of what it wanted. This was by far the worst I'd been in heat since it started. And I knew it wouldn't stop there.
I thought I would die that next day. The heat was so intense, I had to stay in the shower literally all day. I had a feeling I was going to cave in the next day and take advantage of Angel.
I was right. By the third day, I couldn't take it anymore. I felt like I was going nuts. And it didn't help that he called. When I answered the phone, he knew something was wrong.
"Hey, how are you?"
"Let's just say I've been better. And it'd probably be a good idea if we didn't talk until this is all over. The heat is driving me crazy."
"Oh come on, can't you bear it for a couple hours?" he said teasing.
"No, I can't. I feel like I'm on fire. It's the worst it's ever been."
"I could help you, you know."
"No! I couldn't ask that of you. It's wrong."
"But I'm offering."
"No!"
"You need it, it'll help you get your senses back."
"No, I'm not going to take advantage of you!"
"I'm coming over," he said, and then hung up.

When the doorbell rang. I jumped even though I knew who it was. I went to get the door, and then backed away as Angel entered the house. I led him to my room, which was a stupid mistake because once inside, he closed and locked the door.
"What are you doing?" I asked him, already knowing the answer.
"You know the answer to that," he said, eyeing me. I was covered in sweat from head to foot, and was radiating so much heat that it felt like a furnace.
"Angel, you don't have to do this," I said.
By then, he had me backed up against the wall, and he was still moving closer. When he reached me, he took me into his arms, holding me close. Feeling me relax against him, he whispered into my ear. "But I want to."
I knew he wasn't going to change his mind, and the heat was so bad, I could barely think. So, I gave in and let my instincts take over. I pulled back and leaned in and kissed him hard. I let my hands drop to the bottom of his shirt, lifting it over his head and throwing it to the floor. I ran my hands up and down his chest, demanding more.
Somehow we both got all our clothes off without breaking the kiss. I pressed myself against him, my heat already cooling off. He picked me up and laid me down on the bed.
I stopped him suddenly with my hand. His eyes questioned me, and I brought his head down to tell him something.
"Make love to me?"
"Are you sure?" he said, kissing me again.
"I'm sure," I said quietly, kissing him back.

I woke up a few hours later and had to collect myself. I turned over under the covers to find Angel staring at me.
"Thank you," I said, putting my hand on his face, "I needed that."
He answered by leaning over and pulling me closer. Suddenly, the phone rang. Angel picked it up, answering it.
"Hello?"
"Angel? What are you doing at Sydney's house?" Nat's voice came over the phone.
"She's sick, and I was making sure she took her medicine – Ouch!" I had hit him for that line. My eyes glittered playfully.
"What? What happened?" Nat's worried voice said.
"Nothing. You want to talk to Syd?" he asked her.
"Yeah."
Angel handed the phone to me. "Hey girl," I said. My heat was gone, my body satisfied that it had gotten what it wanted.
"Hey, where you been?"
"Sick. I have this "bug" that's going around. Though, it seems that I'm the only one that can get it," I told her, flashing my Feral eyes at Angel. He laughed.
"So, what are you two doing over there?" she asked suspiciously.
"Nothing, why? What do you think we're doing?"
"I don't know. You could be doing anything, even-"
"Don't say it," I told her, cutting her off. I stole a glance at Angel.
"She knows," he mouthed silently at me.
I shrugged. My eyes suddenly turned Feral.
"Nat, I got to go," I said.
"All right. Bye."
"Bye." I hung up. "My mom's home. You don't have to go, just put your clothes on." I threw his clothes at him. I stood up, my sheet wrapped around me. "If Mom comes in here, tell her I'm in the bathroom."
"All right," he said, pulling on his jeans. I left the room.
A moment later there was a knock on my bedroom door and it opened.
"Hi. Where's Sydney?"
"Bathroom," Angel told my mother.
"Oh. So, she's feeling better then?"
"Much."
"Good," she said, "When she gets out, tell her I'm cooking supper, if you don't mind."
"No, not at all."
She left, closing the door behind her.
In the bathroom, my eyes returned to normal. I had listened to their whole conversation, making sure Angel was okay. When I returned to my room, I was fully dressed.
"I heard how it went," I said.
"I figured."
I sat down on the bed next to him. "So, I guess I'll see you at school tomorrow."
"I'm the one that should be saying that," he said. He leaned over and captured my lips in a tender kiss.
"You should go," I said, breaking it. "It's getting. Late."
"Okay," he said, breaking away from me reluctantly.
We walked back downstairs, past my mom, to the door.
"Bye," I said, kissing him again. I closed the door behind him as he made his way home.
"So, I take it the heat's gone," Mom said as I walked back into the kitchen, "Did he have anything to do with that?"
"Maybe. Why, you worried?" I told her. My mom and I have always been more like best friends than mother and daughter. I could talk to her about anything.
"No. I just want you to be careful," she said, looking me in the eye.
"I will. I mean, even you can't deny that I needed it. I was miserable."
"Yeah, you looked like it too."
"Hey," I said, slapping her arm playfully.
"So you going to school tomorrow?"
"Yep."
"Good. You need to get out of the house."
"I know. Can you believe I actually stayed here the last three days straight without leaving once?" I said.
"I know I couldn't do it."
I yawned, ready for some well-deserved sleep. "I'm going to bed, night."
"I thought you were going to eat."
"Not hungry," I said, heading to my room.

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