10
Angela, Her Apartment
I could have kissed my professor for letting us out of class early. I’d barely heard a word of what she’d said, and my notes looked like something I might have done in seventh grade, with my name and Braun’s doodled inside of hearts all over the page. I’d barely said goodbye to my classmates before practically running to my car. I ached in all the good places after being with Braun. Again and again. To say he was voracious was an understatement.
But only for me. That was the one thing I was having a hard time wrapping my mind around. Was he serious? Was I his chosen mate? The One? Really? And what would that mean exactly? Would he expect me to leave my family and go live on another planet?
Would I? Could I do that and be happy?
So many questions. Possibilities
