CHAPTER NINETY TWO

In the blink of an eye, Denver was removing himself from her and in another blink, he was at the other end of the room. Claude breathed heavily as she tried to understand what was happening. She turned to a shirtless Denver who had his back to her and his hands placed on the top of his dresser as he also breathed heavily.

“Denver.”

His canines had finally gone back to normal before he turned to face her but just as soon as he did he winced and looked up at the ceiling, “Put something on Claude.” He said and she gasped, her hands immediately going to her chest which was covered with nothing but her bra.

In the course of their makeout, they had both removed their tops at some point and Denver was disgusted by her, wasn’t he? Tears filled her eyes and she blindly located her shirt somewhere and on the bed and threw it on before kicking herself off the bed.

Denver immediately noticed something wrong and cursed when he looked at her again and saw her tear streaked face. He went to her but