Oh… he had been with a woman. I couldn’t hide my unease.
I gulped. “Was… was she…?”
The corners of Xaden’s lips upturned ever so slightly. “She was over seventy years old,” he teased, savoring the embarrassed flush that rose on my cheeks. “And all she seemed to want to talk about was the good old days of her youth as a vixen.
Embarrassed, heat spread all over my face… but I couldn’t deny the relief I felt upon hearing his answer.
“Would you like to try?”
I nodded with a smile. I was willing to try anything he recommended to me.
Xaden then picked up a forkful of pasta and gestured for me to open my mouth, feeding me once I reluctantly obeyed, feeling admittedly a little awkward. No one ever offered to do that for me before, so I thought it odd, but it was impossible for me to say no
