I step toward him, curving my arms around his shoulders. “Neither,” I murmur.
“I didn’t know there was a third option.” Seeing the heat in my eyes and recognizing what it means, his voice is husky.
“There is.”
His hands stroke my hips. “Ah, I see. And is this third option going to happen out here, or in there?”
A sudden blast of memory hits. Unexpectedly, I’m back at the Dacre forest, standing a few feet away from the lake as Shane and Bree have s*x right in front of me.
I remember Shane looking me right in the eye before lowering his head to kiss Bree, and I remember the bite on her neck.
The sharp agony from that moment rises inside me, which is when I realize it wasn’t just pain I was feeling back then but anger too. Rage. That's when I begin to understand this other side of my gi
