“No!” I wanted to drown in his scent, so there was no way those sheets were coming off his bed. “It’s fine. It doesn’t look dirty to me.”
My head snapped to my side as I looked at him when a thought came into my mind. “Unless, of course, someone has been here and you used the bed for…” I swallowed hard, trying to mask the pain from crossing across my face.
He chuckled and shook his head. “I told you, you were my first.”
“I know, but after that… It’s been three months.”
“Have you been with another?” His question caught me off guard.
Was that meant to mean he had been with another female?
My shoulders sagged as I shook my head, taking my gaze off of him. “No. I don’t have time for that. Even when I was in heat.”
“I know that.”
“What?” My head snapped back in his direction again. “What do you mean?”
“I know you’ve never been with anyone after our first time. Otherwise, I would feel too much pain if you kissed or fucked someone. And you would feel it too if I did. But I didn’t, so I’m sure you didn’t feel anything.”
I swallowed the invisible lump in my throat. I’d heard this somewhere, that once the mate bond was set into place, both mates could feel if the other had been intimate with someone, but I guess I didn’t pay too much attention to it.
Butterflies and ladybugs were everywhere in my stomach when the realization hit me. Riley had never been with anyone except me. That was a good start.
I withdrew my eyes from him and stepped toward the foot of his big bed. I untied the strings of his shorts and let them pool on my feet before stepping out of them. I could feel his stare burning my back and my thighs, but I dared not look back at him.
Instead, I got down on my knees on his bed and crawled towards the right side of the bed where I wanted to sleep. I knew he could see my upper thighs or maybe my private parts because I didn’t have any underwear under his loose shirt.
But I didn’t care. I was actually enjoying this. My heart was so giddy with happiness knowing he hadn’t touched anyone even after we got separated.
Or is he gay?
I bit my bottom lip as I suppressed a giggle from escaping my throat as I turned around and sat on the bed.
He was still staring at me, and I couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes swirled with lust and the bulge in the front of his grey sweatpants.
I could affect him. I grabbed the blanket and pulled it over my waist, and my action snapped him from his trance.
A low grumble rose from his chest as he turned around and locked the door, turning off the main lights and just leaving the lamps. It was just enough for me to see his silhouette as he walked in front of the couch on the other side of the room. I saw him take off his sweatpants and his shirt, leaving his boxers on, before positioning himself on the couch and placing his forearm against his forehead.
Is he seriously sleeping on the couch? Is he sleeping already? Just like that, no good nights or anything?
My heart dropped as I let out a deep sigh before sliding my body down inside the blanket, clutching it tightly against my chest as I lay staring at the dark ceiling.
I shouldn’t be disappointed. This was better than not having him around.
I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but I couldn’t. Moments had passed by and I could still hear Riley letting out a sigh from time to time.
“Riley?” I whispered his name, just trying to see if he could hear me.
“Hmmm…” He mumbled his response, and for some unknown reason, I felt tingles spreading between my legs almost immediately upon hearing him.
“I can’t sleep,” I told him, still in a whisper.
“Me, too…”
“Would you like to sleep next...”I wasn’t even done with my words when his body jolted up from the couch. I stopped talking and watched him in awe as he walked toward the bed.
My eyes raked over his body up and down. Despite the darkness, I could see his perfect features, and I wished those boxers were off too.
