
Derek ignored the sharp, sudden pain he felt at reading that text, ignored the possibility of what it meant as he tapped out his own reply, and for a brief moment, he was glad that he was currently alone in the loft. At least this way he could deny any sort of emotional response after seeing the Slayer’s text. After all, there weren’t any nosy ‘wolves around to pick up on the shift in his scent.
[Text] You might want to double check who you’re texting next time.