And before she could so much as take him up on his offer of pajamas, he was already gone.  Roxie realized something was off, and it wasn't just on her side of things.  If she had felt the pull of the mate bond, he probably had too.  Which, might have been just as hard for him.  The age gap was large, despite them both being adults, it was still something that complicated things.  She thought about asking him to stop, but instead, she just let him go.  They could figure everything out in the morning, or even later, but she planned to bring it up eventually.<br/><br/>Otherwise, it was going to get pretty damn distracting for the both of them.<br/><br/>Roxie went downstairs and slept in the clothes she had worn that day.  In the middle of the night, she woke alone, gripped with the terror of a nightmare.  She shot up on the couch, and though she couldn't remember the details of the dream, she couldn't shake the fear and terror she felt either.<br/><br/>He might be upset, but she padded up the two sets of stairs and entered his apartment, making her way to his bedroom.  She entered the room and suddenly felt like an idiot for being there, but the fear wouldn't let her leave.<br/><br/>"Alban?  Alban..."  She whispered, as she stood at the foot of his bed.