Blackfoot Forest [m] I think that she knows, can't keep sealed tight

Subdued in the aftermath, Reverie's only response was to nod as she settled among the fallen leaves to groom her mussed fur. The scent of him would cling to her for days — but she could at least try not to reek of sex when she returned to her companions. Busied now with her own gilded vanity, the image she'd been tasked to uphold, she would let Cole's departure pass in silence.

She wouldn't ask him to stay.

But neither would she watch him leave; it would have been a lie to claim it didn't hurt. She didn't know him, wouldn't ever know him, but Reverie had never taken a man to her bed who she didn't come to love in the end. In truth he was only the fourth. The sorrow would linger long after he'd left.

The self-loathing would come later.