Conal leaned back against the wall, his face an emotionless mask. His black eyes were serious when he spoke. “You're wounded. My saliva will help to heal your wounds.”
“You can't just go around… l*****g people!” I spluttered furiously. I was shaking from head to toe, infuriated by his calmness. “That's… well… it's rude, that's what it is! We don't even know one another!”
His eyes filled with amusement. “I think we probably know more about one another than most humans and werewolves ever do.” He got to his feet and it was only then, standing near him, when I realized exactly how very tall and muscular he was. “And you weren't complaining until you woke up. Up until that point, you seemed to be enjoying it.”
“I was not enjoying it!” Despite my denial, a hot blush rose over my cheeks.
“Al
