was like a bloodhound, hot on the trail of something. “Eila Walker , you better spill! I know I am not getting the full details – your emotions are all over the map and I definitely get an undertone of LUST in there!”
I blushed hot and my mind went to a vivid flash of Raef’s hands running across my back. Ana’s eyes widened, no doubt catching the heated emotion rolling off my body. Only I would have a human lie-detector for a BFF, making secrets entirely pointless. But then I panicked, worried she would somehow get a hint about what really happened in the woods.
Ana’s face instantly fell the moment my attitude changed. “Eila – what happened?” she asked, now serious, concern written all over her face. I sighed , dragging a brush through my hair yet again.
“He kissed me. Or rather, I kissed him. Actually, we basically kissed each other.” I tossed the brush in a drawer and dug around looking for a hair elastic.
I could feel Ana’s eyes boring a hole through the top of my head as she watched me look through the drawer. “And you . . . didn’t like it?” she questioned, clearly trying to sort out why my emotions were all over the map.
“Oh no. I liked it – a lot. I think he did too,” I replied, finally recovering a wayward hair tie. I refused to meet her eyes, choosing instead to study my reflection in the mirror as I pulled my long, dark hair to one side of my neck and began braiding. Primping wasn’t my thing. Like, ever. Basics. I liked the basics. I WAS basic.
Ana scooted over slightly, giving me more room, “So then why do I KNOW I am missing some vital piece of intel?”
I glanced at her , refusing to answer and her eyes narrowed. She huffed, crossing her arms. “Fine then. I’ll just guess. Umm - his breath stank?”
“What? NO!” I laughed.
“Too much tongue? Too little? None at all?”
“WHAT?” I screeched.
“His hands were too rough? Too adventurous?” she demanded, and I was laughing while trying to make her stop. I finally gave in, “ALL RIGHT! ALL RIGHT! Stop!” I choked.
She gestured for me to get on with the details. I looked at her for a long moment. “The kiss was amazing. It was, but . . .”
“BUT?”
I sighed. “Have you ever seen a female Mortis?” I asked.
Ana looked completely confused. She shook her head, “No. Why?”
I finished braiding my hair, wrapping the tie to the end. I walked out of the bathroom to my room and Ana followed. I began rummaging through my closet for a sweatshirt to wear.
“Well?” demanded Ana from her perch on the corner of my four-poster bed.
I sorted through my hanging clothes, finally answering her. “The kiss was killer and, I don’t know, felt different. More . . . uh, you know – heat between us. But afterward I got to thinking about how Raef is, ya know, experienced . . .”
“And you’re not,” finished Ana. “I get that. I do. But Raef isn’t expecting you to be experienced, so don’t feel like you should be a smooching superstar.”
“No, I know that,” I continued, yanking a gray sweater from a hanger. I walked out of the closet and changed into a tank top while I continued talking. “It’s just that I could really feel what he wanted – really wanted. And I am not ready to go much beyond the kissing thing. Yet. What if that drives him nuts?”
Ana pulled her feet up under her. “Even if it does drive him nuts, Raef won’t go much past the kissing part anyway, and never without your say-so. Kian wouldn’t with me either – it’s too risky, so stop stressing about that,” she replied, suddenly finding the details in the engraved wood of my bed SUPER interesting.
I glared at her, recognizing avoidance when I saw it. “Exactly how far did you and Kian get last summer?” I asked, now suspicious of the petite blonde on my bed.
Her face started to flush. “We, uh, got around most of the bases, just no homeruns,” she said, finally flashing a huge grin, but it slowly slipped away. A
I blushed hot and my mind went to a vivid flash of Raef’s hands running across my back. Ana’s eyes widened, no doubt catching the heated emotion rolling off my body. Only I would have a human lie-detector for a BFF, making secrets entirely pointless. But then I panicked, worried she would somehow get a hint about what really happened in the woods.
Ana’s face instantly fell the moment my attitude changed. “Eila – what happened?” she asked, now serious, concern written all over her face. I sighed , dragging a brush through my hair yet again.
“He kissed me. Or rather, I kissed him. Actually, we basically kissed each other.” I tossed the brush in a drawer and dug around looking for a hair elastic.
I could feel Ana’s eyes boring a hole through the top of my head as she watched me look through the drawer. “And you . . . didn’t like it?” she questioned, clearly trying to sort out why my emotions were all over the map.
“Oh no. I liked it – a lot. I think he did too,” I replied, finally recovering a wayward hair tie. I refused to meet her eyes, choosing instead to study my reflection in the mirror as I pulled my long, dark hair to one side of my neck and began braiding. Primping wasn’t my thing. Like, ever. Basics. I liked the basics. I WAS basic.
Ana scooted over slightly, giving me more room, “So then why do I KNOW I am missing some vital piece of intel?”
I glanced at her , refusing to answer and her eyes narrowed. She huffed, crossing her arms. “Fine then. I’ll just guess. Umm - his breath stank?”
“What? NO!” I laughed.
“Too much tongue? Too little? None at all?”
“WHAT?” I screeched.
“His hands were too rough? Too adventurous?” she demanded, and I was laughing while trying to make her stop. I finally gave in, “ALL RIGHT! ALL RIGHT! Stop!” I choked.
She gestured for me to get on with the details. I looked at her for a long moment. “The kiss was amazing. It was, but . . .”
“BUT?”
I sighed. “Have you ever seen a female Mortis?” I asked.
Ana looked completely confused. She shook her head, “No. Why?”
I finished braiding my hair, wrapping the tie to the end. I walked out of the bathroom to my room and Ana followed. I began rummaging through my closet for a sweatshirt to wear.
“Well?” demanded Ana from her perch on the corner of my four-poster bed.
I sorted through my hanging clothes, finally answering her. “The kiss was killer and, I don’t know, felt different. More . . . uh, you know – heat between us. But afterward I got to thinking about how Raef is, ya know, experienced . . .”
“And you’re not,” finished Ana. “I get that. I do. But Raef isn’t expecting you to be experienced, so don’t feel like you should be a smooching superstar.”
“No, I know that,” I continued, yanking a gray sweater from a hanger. I walked out of the closet and changed into a tank top while I continued talking. “It’s just that I could really feel what he wanted – really wanted. And I am not ready to go much beyond the kissing thing. Yet. What if that drives him nuts?”
Ana pulled her feet up under her. “Even if it does drive him nuts, Raef won’t go much past the kissing part anyway, and never without your say-so. Kian wouldn’t with me either – it’s too risky, so stop stressing about that,” she replied, suddenly finding the details in the engraved wood of my bed SUPER interesting.
I glared at her, recognizing avoidance when I saw it. “Exactly how far did you and Kian get last summer?” I asked, now suspicious of the petite blonde on my bed.
Her face started to flush. “We, uh, got around most of the bases, just no homeruns,” she said, finally flashing a huge grin, but it slowly slipped away. A
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