Luna
“Everything is perfect, my love,” He says staring at me. I can hear the sincerity in his voice that he means every word.
But…
“But…?” I ask waiting for him to finish the sentence. I am tired of playing games. This is not 1947. Why is he not touching me? Why is he not taking advantage of this situation? I sit up, and get off the bed in search of his t-shirt. I find it on the floor close to the bedroom door and put it on not caring that my hair is going in all directions.
He needs to tell me the truth.
I stare at his dumbfounded expression. His right brow is raised and his gorgeous dark brown eyes stare at me with deep contemplation. He looks so sexy right now, like some mythical alpha male. And I want him.
Damn, Luna you are mad at him.
I know shut up. I groan at my inner
