MAYA:
“I am not jealous,” I scoffed, my voice betraying me with a frantic tremor. “I’m trapped in a house with a man who thinks I’m a weapon and a witch who thinks I’m a science project. Forgive me if I’m not exactly glowing with joy.”
Rafe didn’t show any ounce of remorse. Why would he?
Instead, he leaned in until the heat radiating from his bare chest seeped through my sweater.
“Your scent says otherwise, love. It’s heavy and smells like someone who has been having a s*x dream about me.”
I rolled my eyes as he said this.
“You are the only man close to me, and I am attracted to men. So, go figure, Rafe.”
I didn’t even know why I was being rude, but he was getting on my last f*****g nerve.
“Oh, cut the love dance for five seconds,” Delinda groaned, though her eyes were anything but
