Seventeen days had passed since I saw him. Well , technically, I didn't see him. He wouldn't let me see him. Why ? I don't know. Learn to love unanswered questions, he had said. Well , guess what, I couldn't learn to love them. I hated them. Because the more I thought about that night , the more questions kept coming to my mind over and over again. Why was he there ? Who was he ? Why was he interested in me ? And what could be so dangerous ? The most asked question was: Why did I react so much to him? He wasn't my mate that was established , yet everything else in me woke up when he was near me that night like he was. s**t , my libido had woken up with vengeance since meeting him. I would wake up in the middle of the night after dreaming about him being a hot, sweaty, horny mess. That was
