Brielle
I
’d slept better on a random bed in a dormitory after my time spent with Kane than I had in my own bed back in Texas in months. The man was some kind of miracle worker, that was for sure. Although, it was barely nine a.m., and already I was replaying our brief interlude the day before. It had been divine, and at first, that was all I remembered. But the more times I turned it over in my head, the more worried I’d gotten.
We had mate marks, the kiss had been hotter than a Fourth of July Texas parade, and I was raring to go again… but he’d stopped. When I thought back, it was really just one hell of a kiss. Why had he stopped? We’d gotten interrupted, sure, but by that point, he was already wrapped around me like my own personal big spoon.
Was he not that into me? I found it har
