Kinsley's P.O.V
One second he was here, the next he was gone. What did he mean he can't lose control with me? I shook my head, frustrated I had even been that impulsive. The mate pull always had its way of blurring the lines. I let out a groan as I collapsed backwards on the bed.
Or was I just a bad kisser?
Another groan left me, that's an even worse thought. I was so confused, but at the same time I felt so light. I could still feel the phantom feeling of his lips pressed to mine.
There was no way I'm going back to sleep. My thoughts were running rampant now. Was he worried he was somehow going to hurt me? The other thing gnawing at the back of my mind was that dream he was having. What could possibly cause that much trauma to reflect into his dreams?
With a puff of air leaving me,
