AMELIA

　　　 

　　　

　　　 “Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked me, his voice soft as butter.

　　　

　　　 “How are you feeling? Really.”

　　　

　　　 “Aside from starving, I’m feeling good. I got a better idea to feed my hunger.” I got a better idea, too. I had no doubt he wanted me. I could see it in his eyes and feel it in his touch.

　　　

　　　 His lips were a thread to mine when I pressed my finger against his own. “Ryden, you almost died. Whatever you are hungry for right now, that can wait.”

　　　

　　　 He groaned as he dramatically pulled away from me and lay back on the bed. “I just missed...