It has been hours since it happened—hours since his hands fondled and caressed my skin… my soul.
"What do you want for lunch?" Linda asks, turning around with a plate in hand, balancing a glass of water. She sets them in front of me, some of the water spilling onto the counter.
"I'm sorry. I'll bring a nap—"
Before she can finish, I cut in,
"It's okay, Linda."
"Did the Alpha and you—" Linda's voice snaps me out of my reverie. I've been smiling like a fool, fidgeting with the tip of the glass, trying hard not to give anything away.
"You know… did you guys do the deed?" Linda turns on the stove and places a pot of water on it.
"What? No!" I panic once her words register. The wooden table suddenly feels too hard, and the tiled floor is so white I try not to step on it too hard.
"You look so spaced out. This just confirms my suspicion."
