Phantom Hollow here i found no self control

The silky black-furred woman spoke softly, and Ibis made herself listen and focus on her instead of Mal because—well, she had to. Every time she began to glance his way she felt so warm and touch-starved and it frightened her, to be quite honest. Plus the girl was quite pretty to look at too, reminding Ibis vaguely of Lily; rather than feeling sad about that thought, she found the warmth that grew with Mal's presence transferring easily to the woman—Lenny. What an odd name! Archer was pretty though, did she have siblings...? Were they all gorgeous and glossy and dark...? God, snap out of it.

—appened to you? Mal's voice; Lenny's eyes on her, though. Ibis was briefly lost in those eyes and then turned her attention away, which was probably a mistake. She found herself staring wide-eyed at Mal as if he were carved of marble. He certainly had the complexion, and had grown from the needy little boy in to quite the man— I'm fine I'm good, nothing happened, she bumbled hastily, growing more flustered.

Maybe a deep breath would help? She tried that, filling her lungs with crisp spring air - and Mal's layered scent, the wild notes of Lenny. A bit warm. I should -- I should go, I might be sick. Even as she said this though, Ibis didn't make a move to leave. It was like her body wanted one thing and the rest of her - well, it was conflicted about the whole ordeal.