Nalya
"Yes,"
"Tell me about him," she insisted.
" I have never seen a sexier man than him. He was perfectly tall with ripped muscles, a clean-shaven face, and those ocean blue glaring eyes." I told Kiyana everything about Rhaegar, from how we met to how we ended up here, but I was careful not to mention werewolves.
"You love him," she whispered. I thought long and hard. I did love him. I still do.
"So you've never been with anyone else?" she asked.
"Never,"
"Then how will you know what you like when you have one flavor, Nalya!" she was shocked.
"Everything we did is what I like," I told her. She sat straight and put her palm under her chin.
"I like hearing you talk about sex... Tell me more," she nudged me, and I shook my head.
"No, that's enough,"
