Apphia

Nicholas observes me, his face impassive. I didn't want to raise the issue suddenly, but I couldn't stop thinking about what the brunette said.

' He likes it rough,' her stupid voice rings in my head. Nicholas wasn't rough with me. He was passionate and gentle, yet I could feel he was holding out something. Did Nicholas enjoy sex with me? What if he didn't relish it as he did with her?

" Brooklyn?" he asks, his voice indifferent.

" Brunnet, big tits, and brown eyes," I sneer. I can't keep the bitterness out of my tone. To think my mate had sex with her makes me feel so...