Mara POV
Those words stirred something inside me.
So, he was willing to be with me? Prove himself to me? But what did he mean by for the time he had?
I wanted to ask him to clarify but stopped myself. Zander had already confessed, I shouldn't ruin the mood with my greediness. It was enough that he acknowledged I meant something to him, not a tool to use and discard.
That was enough…for now.
We didn't move from the kitchen for a long time after my orgasm faded.
Zander held me on the counter, his forehead resting against my shoulder, his breathing gradually returning to normal. My legs were still wrapped around his waist, my body still trembling slightly from the aftershocks.
Eventually, he pulled back and looked at me. His cut was still on, his jeans still zipped, and the realizatio
