Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

CHAPTER 8
‘ARE you not interested in me that way anymore?’
Sinking my nails into the meat of my thighs, I mentally berate myself for
letting the question slip from my lips.
My mind was too hazy, partly from the orgasm I’d had less than a half
hour before and partly because the cabin was starting to feel like a coffin, and
suddenly the question barreled off my tongue and hurled itself in his
direction.
As if sleeping with Kal Anderson is the single most important thing in the
universe.
True, I’ve thought of very little else in the weeks since he tore through
my virginity, but still. Given the absolute chaos of the last twenty-four hours,
the complete upheaval of life as I once knew it, sex should be the last thing
I’m worried about.
I should be glad he doesn’t want that from me. It should make me feel