“I asked you a question, Isabella. Do you like him?”
“And why should I? Just because you saw me with me means I like him, Luke. What kind of mindset is that?” I questioned his opinion about me and to be honest, I was offended by his question.
“I’m sorry if you were offended by my question. To make it up for you, I will be the one to cook for lunch, and you can request any kind of food you want to eat,” he offered.
As he offered to cook something for me, I should feel glad, but at the moment, I couldn’t think about food. I wanted to eat something, and it wasn’t food. I wanted to have him.
What was I thinking? I immediately shook my head to dismiss the erotic thoughts running inside my head because it felt illegal to even think about him and me, together in bed, probably cuddling or kiss
