Umm. No. Maybe...

How do you answer that? As you see it, there aren't any real good ways to answer that. And this handsome devil of a freind who's sitting opposite you is everything your heat wants, your body desires. As you try to decide on an answer, you realize why your Mom fell for a male, yowled her way through several orgasms as your sire emptied his seed into her body. At this moment you want nothing else, you want the same, want Peter to do the same to you.

"Ummm. No. Maybe. I don't." You finally croak out. "The heat." you add, "Leave if you, don't, want ... that." You look up at him, as realization is beginning to dawn a bit on his face. You both know that if he doesn't leave now, this ends in only one way. Part of you wants him to leave, part of you want's him to stay, and you both know you're not in a place you can say no, your body won't let you. It's all on him now.