Koa was there, once again. Crowding her space and preparing to grab her wrist again...and then his eyes widened in realization and he backed away a few steps. His breathing had picked up from the scent of blood, his brain to fuzzy with sleepiness to fight off his want to lick the wound.<br/><br/>He turned sharply on his heals and half-ran to his bedroom, diving under the sheets in frustration at his own inability to keep himself under control.