*Gina*
I watch as emotions roll over his face like storm clouds chasing the sun, so quickly I might have missed them if I hadn't been scrutinizing him so closely. Initially, he had appeared to have a spark of yearning, which is ridiculous because there is nothing about me for which a man as magnificent as he would yearn … well, maybe my ability to grant him a speedy recovery.
Then there had been a flash of anger, followed rapidly by what seemed to be mortification. He had averted his gaze as though embarrassed. On the other hand, he is laying in a stranger's bed without a stitch of clothing. He has to be feeling rather helpless and vulnerable.
“Here we go''. I say as flatly as I can, having no desire to bruise his pride any further.
There are far more men than women in my world, and I
