Hybrids

The next day, Eleanor and Sophia sat in the area outside the library having breakfast. It was a bit late in the day, around ten o’clock. It was a beautiful day, with the flower garden right outside glimmering in the morning sun.

“I envy you, my friend,” Sophia said, grinning at Eleanor over the rim of her cup of tea. “Just one look at you and I can tell you had some good sex last night. Maybe this morning too?”

Eleanor sputtered, not expecting the sudden onslaught. She placed her cup of tea down on the small table between them and raised an eyebrow at her friend. “What are you talking about?”

Sophia tsked and shook her head. “Don’t you dare act coy with me. You are glowing. And I’m pretty sure anyone within ten feet of you can catch his scent all over you.”

Eleanor bit the inside of her lip, fighting to keep her smile from breaking. Well, she couldn’t deny it if Henry’s scent on her was selling her out, could she?

Sophia sighed, a look of longing crossing over her face. “I wish Ethan