And my stupid,stupidheart skipped a beat.
“Now you look afraid.” His hair dangled over his forehead as he tipped close again. “What the hell is the matter with you?” His temper appeared. “Tell me.”
I shouldn’t.
I really shouldn’t but...I had no control when he looked at me like that: wary and guarded but intensely curious—like a feral animal wanting to trust but still unable to.
“I...”
“Yes?” He cocked an eyebrow.
My stomach fluttered. Did he have to be so effortlessly gorgeous? So dangerous to my sanity?
Common sense flew far, far away.
“I need to ask you a question,” I blurted.
His arms crossed tight across his chest, biceps straining against his black shirt. “What question?”
God, why?
Why did I say that?
I wanted to take it all back. To tell him to forget it but...after so long on my own. After accepting that I might never have thestrength to care for someone again after losing my parents so horrifically, I didn’t want fear to stop me.
I didn’t care that I was trapped in here with him.
I didn’t care all of this was like some nightmarish fairytale.
For now, we had no choice but to be caged together but...what if we no longer had to be enemies?
Forcing myself to meet his eyes, I brought up the one thing I wasn’t going to. “You gave me your blood yesterday.”
His eyes narrowed. “So?”
“You only permitmeto stay by your side—”
“Your point?”
“We’ve spent over a month together—”
“You’re saying you’re bored of me already?”
“And now...now you want toteachme things.” I swallowed hard. “What things?”
Sexual things?
Images exploded in my mind of him adding to my daily duties. Of requesting I service him in other ways.
I blushed as red as a rose.
Not because of the highlight reel my thoughts became onhowI could serve him, but because I wasn’t running away screaming like I should.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?” I squeaked.
“Like you expect me to order you to your knees and blow me.”
