As if Adam possessed the uncanny ability to read Noah's mind, he correctly guessed the exact trajectory of his husband's anxious thoughts.
The past three days had easily been the most profoundly enjoyable nights of Adam's entire life.
He honestly had not expected that Noah would display that much enthusiastic initiative under the sheets, and the memory of it brought a quiet sense of satisfaction to his chest.
However, a heavy wave of guilt quickly followed right behind that satisfaction.
Despite the fact that he desperately wanted Noah's injured leg to heal properly, he had been far too deep in the throes of his primal rut to care about restrictions.
He felt a deep sense of personal shame for his own utter lack of control during those seventy-two hours, knowing that his unchecked desires had likely caused the bone injury to worsen.
Even so, there was absolutely no way he was going to allow some hospital doctor to lecture his precious little puppy.
