ANNATORIA
“No,” my voice, still unusually shy, refused, while my finger reached for his like a teenager about to ask her boyfriend of three months to prom. “Tell me what to do.”
I sensed that I would take an early bow if I took the lead, since being sexually open was still not my type of scene.
My plan to make things right can only work if Darius takes control.
“Annatoria…” His gaze turned intensively seductive and smug, as if telling me I could be making a lovely mistake. “You need to know that a part of me is still angry at you even though I missed you. If you let me do this…” Contrary to his words, his hand zapped me closer to him. “... I don't know what I might do.”
“Darius,” I blinked. I disliked that we were talking too much; my body and even my heart were ready to witness ano
