-Bella-
After a brief, intense make-out session in his car, we went up to his apartment. As we reached the top floor where he lived, I braced myself for what might come next. But instead of making any advances, he turned to me and asked, “Are you hungry?”
“Am I what?” I inquired, confused.
I had practically thrown myself at him. I was certain I must have seemed cheap, like Mason had made me feel, but the car race had made me lose all inhibition, and all I could see was my mate before me as I clung to his jacket and pulled him close. I had felt more alive than I had in a long time, but now, coming back down to reality, I worried I had ruined his perception of me. So when all he asked was if I was hungry, I didn’t know how to respond.
Keith stood in the middle of his spacious apartment.
