Chapter 123
Wait a minute. “How can that be true?” I push myself up onto my knees, my hand instinctively rubbing my stomach again. This has to be a lie. There’s no way the sensations I experienced were just in my head or some kind of trick.
He growls lowly, his voice rough. “Kennedy…”
“What? You can’t just ignore me for weeks and then expect me not to be curious when you finally decide to speak,” I snap, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.
He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath as if trying to steady himself. “Can we just go back to sleep and talk about this tomorrow?”
“No chance. Tell me how it’s possible you’re a virgin. I know exactly what I felt, what happened to me.”
“I’m not afraid to answer questions,” he says quietly, “though some answers might not be what you want to hear. But please…”
“Then what the hell is wrong with you?” I almost yell again, unable to understand. “Why won’t you even look at me?” I inch closer, aching to reach out and touch his cheek despite the anger simmering inside me. The need for connection is overpowering, yet I hold back, waiting.
“Do you have any idea what I’ve wanted to do to you since that night on the balcony?” His voice is low, tense. “And now you’re here, beside me, half-naked… wanting to talk. No, I can’t look at you. If I do, I won’t be able to control myself. I love seeing you kneeling next to me, but if I look, I’ll touch—and if I touch, I won’t stop myself from doing something I’m not ready for.”
It’s all about him and his feelings—typical. Well, two can play that game. I know he’s painfully aware of me right now. The evidence is clear, tenting his shorts. He can smell me, feel every tiny movement, but I want to give him a taste of his own medicine.



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