Amara
He hadn’t been in my bed the next morning, and he hadn’t come to my room at all in the days that followed. In fact, we had barely had a chance to say more than five words to each other without other people present since. Usually, I would have read something into that and been embarrassed. After all I wasn’t the type of woman who let a relative stranger into her bed to get herself off. But I saw the heat in his eyes when he looked at me. and he looked at me a lot. Sneaky, convert looks when no one ese as looking. And each one of them was so heated that they made me clamp my thighs together with need.
What had happened between us had been magical but already I was craving more.
There was just something about him… something they drew me and left me wanting more.
“That’s enough for
