SHE wasn’t used to saying the wrong thing. Or maybe she wasn’t used to people showing their disapproval as openly. Unless of course it was from her father.
This, with Kayan, went way beyond disapproval, though. She’d hurt him. At least, she thought maybe she had. She wasn’t certain that Kayan felt hurt anymore. She wasn’t sure if there was anything behind that granite wall of his.
Oh, no, there’s … there’s all that passion.
Just for moment, she’d seen Kayan as he’d been. Effortlessly seductive, charming and sensual. As he had been? He still had it. He’d all but turned her to mush.
But that was just physical. A kind of physical she wasn’t used to. But she knew enough to know that men didn’t really need emotion to get into the physical. She wasn’t entirely certain she needed it, either,
