Chapter Forty-One. You Think You Know Someone.
Hannah’s Point of View.
Okay, I must admit, my legs feel like they are made of jelly. Or as Del would say, jello. Never have I felt so nervous in all my life, yet I know we are not doing anything other than sleeping. It is a strange feeling. My stomach doing back flips, my heart galloping faster than the horses in the Grand National. As I make my way up the stairs, suddenly I am swept off my feet, as a husky growl erupts from my Delicious mate.
“Where are we going?” his guttural voice sounds almost to the point of pain. It sends a shiver through my whole body, as I stare at his dilated chocolate eyes, my arousal unabashedly soaking the white thong thing Becca made me wear again and coating the tops of my thighs.
“Third floor, to the left
