Something was definitely wrong with Aurora. At least, that was the conclusion she reached after ruining her fourth basket that afternoon.
She stared at the uneven weave in complete disbelief before letting out a long sigh. Just a few weeks ago, making baskets had become second nature. After spending so much time teaching the Tiger Tribe, she had become professional enough to weave one while carrying on an entirely different conversation.
Yet today... she couldn't even make a simple round basket. Every few minutes, her thoughts wandered somewhere they absolutely shouldn't - to Asher, to Elixir, to warm embraces, to stolen kisses, and to the intense sex segments she had been having with both of them for past three days.
Aurora groaned inwardly.
What in the world was wrong with her?
