I shouldnothave enjoyed that.
But I did.
I didn’t want to know what had to be wrong with me for that to be true.
Harper was backon the couch with her pasta when I shut the front door behind me a little too hard. My half-eaten dinner was still on the ottoman.
I picked up the box as I plopped back down next to her.
“That didn’t go great for you.” Harper popped a bite in her mouth.
“Of course you watched.
“That man is ridiculously attractive, Bloom. It would be a shame not to.”
I shoved my fork into my pasta and lifted it to my lips. “He’s an ass.”
“He licked that when you weren’t looking,” Harper added, gesturing to the fork after I wrapped my lips around it. “Sorry. Should’ve warned you sooner.”
I chewed and swallowed. “He just licked my fucking underwear. What’s a fork in comparison?”
“That’s the spirit.” She took another bite.
“We have a problem, though.”
“Another one to add to the list? It’s getting long.”
I nodded. “He wants me to bite him next week when I need to feed.”
“Oh. Shit.”
“Yeah. Any ideas to get around that?”
“You need to find out how long he’s going to keep being possessive over you, first. Text him.” She gestured to my phone.
I sighed. “I really don’t want to.”
She picked it up.
It was the thing with Whimsy all over again. I trusted Harper to text for me, though.
She typed in the code, and I watched her text Maverick.
“He’s probably driving. I’m sure he won’t answer.”
“After that debacle, I bet he will pull over to read the texts when you message him.”
I didn’t respond.
Didn’t really want to process that thought.
Harper sent a quick message.
Me
How long is this ridiculous possessiveness going to continue?
He replied almost immediately.
