And paint the situation in such a way. “I-that’s not what-” My confusion makes my tongue clumsy.Lionel is still incensed. “What made you think that doing this was okay? That this is acceptable?”His anger begins to make sense. The picture does appear incriminating. From an outside perspective, I ca
Nan’s POV…He pulls me into a fiery kiss…I am consumed by flames.Or at least it feels that way. I surge into the kiss. Reckless and wanting.My anger has not disappeared. This kiss does not magically make me forget my anger. Instead, my anger has changed.Anger becomes passion. Transformed into so
I do not know how much further this will go. I do not care. I am too lost in my pleasure.But then Lionel’s fangs scrape lightly against my throat. Not drawing blood, and gentle. Right above the spot that mates bite into to claim each other.At the same time, I feel something hard against my stomach
Nan’s POVA cold war had broken out in the house.Weeks had passed since our kiss. We could barely stand to be in the same room as each other. I tried not to speak to him unless I had no choice.If he walked into a room I was in, I would try and find an excuse to exit. I knew he must have been doing
Then he inhales sharply. Nods at me and takes Vera’s hand. And with that Patti and I are left alone.An unnoticeable, soft breath escapes me. One I had not noticed I’d been holding in anticipation. I gather the dishes up and take them to the kitchen.I rinse the dirty plates and get the wash water r
Nan’s POV“Hello….Who is this?”“Dena, it’s me. It’s Nan.”There is silence. Her breathing is the only sign that she has not hung up. I wait.But she stays silent. It is clearly up to me to start this conversation. So I do.“Listen, I’m sure I’m the last person you want to speak to. I know our last…
“Probably.”Her steel grey eyes take me in. “You look different. How have things been?”I huff. “Tired, you mean?”She shakes her head slowly. “A little. But that’s not what I meant.”“What did you mean, then?” I ask defensively. It’s all too easy to fall back into bad habits around Dena.She does n
Nan’s POV “I have a request to make of you.” “What request?” I ask suspiciously.I do not trust this man as far as I can throw him. Positive and civil interactions do not usually start with an apology and request. I just want to go to my room and wallow a bit.But I figure he will leave faster if