Emma

“Finish your meal,” Rett said, nodding toward my plate.

After my interesting and erotic awakening, the midday meal we shared was the polar opposite. Tension bred from unfamiliarity settled around us, stealing our words and my appetite. More than once, one of us would begin to speak, only to stop when met with the other’s stare. While I wasn’t convinced I’d made the right decision in accepting what Rett claimed was fate, I had made ...