“You’ve got something in your hair.” He ran his fingers through my hair, untangling it and pulling out one or two dried leaves. He breathed in and closed his eyes, smiling as if he was sleepy. “You smell nice,” he said.

“You do, too.”

I ducked under the water then, ostensibly to rinse the shampoo from my hair, but more than that, I did it to hide how darkly I’d colored in pleasure at his words. I got out of the water soon after that and wrapped my towel tightly around my waist. I kept my back to him as I did it, trying to hide my erection from him. He had no such concerns. He walked out of the water directly toward me, with his cock leading the way. It was thick and rock solid. I looked away as quickly as I could to stop myself from honing my enhanced vision on it. I managed to do it, but only just. I wasn’t nearly so lucky when I tried to stop myself from using my new and improved olfactory senses to determine whether I could isolate the scent of his sex from the rest of him. Not even close.

“Jesus, I’m starving,” Jules said when we got back to the cabin.

My stomach growled in agreement.

He must have heard it because his lips twitched at the sound. “How about some oats? I found some when I was unpacking. It will be quick to make.”

My stomach twisted sharply. “Blegh, I dunno but I feel like I might puke if I eat oats.”

He nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I know what you mean. I felt it as soon as I said it. How about eggs? Eggs, and a shit ton of bacon?”

My stomach growled so loudly I hardly needed to answer. I poured myself some coffee, picking the mug up and lifting it to my lips in prayerful gratitude. To my surprise, the mug exploded before I took my first sip.

“Shit!” I exclaimed.

“What happened?”

“I—I dunno. I think I might have used a little too much pressure on the mug or something.”

Jules eyed me in amused disbelief. “Damn, bruh, that’s some strength. You okay? Looks like you cut yourself.”

I looked down at the palm of my hand. There was a dark trickle of blood running along my lifeline. It wasn’t a deep cut but it was stinging, as one would expect. The pain didn’t last long. It hurt for a matter of seconds and then it started to feel scratchy and tight.

“Do you want me to see if I can find a Band-Aid?”

“Nah, I don’t think I need one.”