Heat that has nothing to do with fever creeps up my neck. “You know what I mean.”
“s*x,” he says bluntly. “We f**k. We satisfy a mutual physical need.”
Put so crudely, it sounds sordid. Small. Less beautiful than what it feels like when he’s inside me, when he’s making me fall apart in his arms.
“Yes,” I agree, though it feels like a lie.
“And you think that’s all there is between us?”
My heart stutters. This is unprecedented territory. “Isn’t it?”
“No. It’s not.” He doesn’t elaborate, though. He just studies me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. “Are you hungry?”
The abrupt change of subject leaves me reeling. “A little.”
“Good. I’ll have something brought up.” He stands, moving toward the door. “Any requests?”
“Soup would be nice,” I say, still trying to process the c
