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Bartholomew asked something provocative and went back to kissing the bare skin around her neckline, which admittedly felt quite good, [i]too good[/i], even. Tholo caught his breath as he stared in to her eyes. She found herself once again captivated by their liquid gold color, so much more appealing than their usual dark brown. Who knew the wolf would have such pretty eyes?

The wolf.

Her soulmate.

[i]Oh god…[/i] No she did not. She did [i]not[/i] just sleep with her soulmate. What was she thinking? This wasn’t just some guy at a club who happened to catch her fancy that night. He wasn’t her next meal ticket. This was the man whose name was etched into her wrist, the man who she swore to stay away from the very moment her new tattoo had appeared.  

What was supposed to be a romantic moment, with two spent lovers staring into each other's souls, was ruined. That familiar look in Trixy’s eyes appeared, the one she wore right before disappearing earlier that morning. But she couldn’t do that to him again; if she didn’t want her heart broken, then she shouldn’t break his. She looked down, breaking his gaze in search of her clothing, or what was left of it, that is. She wouldn’t run, but she would leave gracefully, [i]right now[/i].

Thankfully, the buzzing of her cell phone in jeans pocket gave her the perfect escape. “I-- I should get that. It’s probably my boss--” she glanced around the room for a clock and found one. “--and I’m a bit late for work now.” she said, completely honest. Of course, Carl would blame her tardiness on the fact that she spent the wee hours of the morning baggin the city’s most recent threat. Gracefully, Trixy untangled herself from him and went about getting dressed. She would definitely have to make a trip home before showing up at work, this outfit was less than appropriate. The text was from Carl, asking when she'd be in for a debriefing. Béatrix turned to face Tholo, managing to wear a smile despite her rattling nerves and self-hatred. “I will see you around, I guess…” she said, but her eyes lingered.