AMELIA

 “Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked me, his voice soft as butter.

 “How are you feeling? Really.”

 “Aside from starving, I’m feeling good. I got a better idea to feed my hunger.” I got a better idea, too. I had no doubt he wanted me. I could see it in his eyes and feel it in his touch.

 His lips were a thread to mine when I pressed my finger against his own. “Ryden, you almost died. Whatever you are hungry for right now, that can wait.”

 He ...