Bethany frowned, still sniffling. “No. It wasn’t like that. I mean, he did make me shop for underwear when I didn’t want to, but other than that it was mutual. I think I freaked out a little because I’m not usually so—”
“Into spontaneous public displays?” Allegra guessed. “Of course not. Most people don’t admit it, even when they are. I could tell you a story about something he showed me once, but we’re mad at him, so I’ll leave it alone.”
Bethany chuckled weakly. “You’re not really mad, though it’s nice to know you’d try on my behalf. It isn’t necessary. He was—it was—”
“That good, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m confused. If it was mutual and so good it stole your power of speech, why am I mad at him and why are you crying?”
“I don’t know.” She couldn’t tell her it was because she was already falling for a man she’d met a few hours ago. A man who’d turned her inside out, who made her feel things, want things she’d barely let herself think about before.
She couldn’t tell her it was because Loas didn’t wear condoms, and a part of her wasn’t as upset about it as she should be. A part of her even hoped…
The fact that it even crossed her mind scared her more than anything else could. That she already felt that much for someone who could, at most, give her one day a year. Someone who’d spend the other three-hundred-and-sixty-four days handing out orgasms to anyone who asked.
He wasn’t human. And he wasn’t staying.
Why wasn’t that enough for her to walk away? Was what she felt for him really worth the pain she could already see coming?
“I don’t know.”