When Eugene asked to go back, Arthur had thought the omega wasn't feeling well. He didn't bother to tell Ashley or the other, just quickly rushing to call a taxi and take the omega back to their room.
To be fair, Eugene was rather red, and they had just arrived last night. Only after he felt the omega's fingers on his thigh, as the taxi drove to their hotel, did he recall where he had seen that kind of flushed face on Eugene before.
Ah. It was the night Eugene went into heat.
Swallowing hard in fluster, Arthur sniffed the air secretly. Thankfully, Eugene didn't let out much pheromone--at least, not enough to make him hard right away. He was too worried about Eugene getting sick to realize the faint pheromone coming out of the omega's free neck.
