Page 142 of Night's Fall
“I’m feeling you.”
His grin was roguish. “Ihope so.Iput a fair amount of effort into it.”
I lightly slapped his chest and said, “No.Imean, it started yesterday.Ididn’t really notice it.WhenIwoke up,Iknew you weren’t with me, butIknew exactly where you were.”
His expression grew contemplative. “Youdidn’t feel that before?”
“You feel me?”
His brows drew down. “Howmuch did you read about mates?”
“Well,Ihaven’t read about them, as in, did research or anything.Ilearned whatIknow from romance novels.”
“Novels,” he said.
“Yes,”Isaid.
“Fiction,” he said.
“Yes, that’s what novels are,”Ireplied.
He reached to tuck some of my hair behind my ear.
I loved it when he did that.
“Yes,bissi,Ifeel you.Whenyou’re in close proximity,Idon’t see you or know what you’re doing, butIalways know where you are.”
Knowing that made me feel warm all over.
And that had happened to me yesterday too,Iwas just so into him, and we’d become deeply intimate,Ididn’t process it.
WhenIwas in class withMadamGarwah, no.
But when we were together in the penthouse, yes.
Oh my gods.
This was mega!
“What else is going to happen when she wakes?”Iasked.
He turned into me, tucked his hands under his shirt at my back, drew me into his arms and tangled our legs together.
“Well, obviously, sex is going to be cataclysmic,” he remarked.
I smiled. “Itkind of already was.SoI’dsay apocalyptic.”
He assumed a smug look.
I rolled my eyes.
Males.
“What else?”Ipushed. “Canthey communicate?”
“Yes.”
Whoa!
