“What kind of feelings, Mischa? I’m not sure I know what you mean.”
Her eyes popped open. She gawked at him a little in stunned surprise. How could he not know what she meant?
Uncertain if he was just getting her to spell out the obvious, she studied him a little suspiciously at first. Then, realizing he just looked confused, she confessed once more. “I need you. My body craves yours. But my head is...” She bit her lip and looked up at him. “Do you understand what I mean?”
He looked a little stunned by her revelation. She wasn’t sure why. She’d seen him m**********g at least twice a day. He always tried to sneak it, but she knew what he was doing—at nighttime after he showered, in the morning before he brushed his teeth. It was like clockwork.
She wasn’t sure how she knew.
She thought
