The Nightmare (The Mist Book 2)

She stiffened, a flash of guilt crossing her beautiful features. She averted her eyes and lost a bit of the righteous attitude she’d been broadcasting.

“That was a moment of weakness. I apologize,” she said in a defensive tone. “You made the right call by walking away.”

“I didn’t walk away,” I said, continuing my advance. Naima began backing away. The wondrous mix of fear, desire, and confused anticipation emanating from her further turned me on. “I simply didn”t start what I knew we couldn”t properly finish with an audience spying through the cameras. Our first time together would never happen in that closet you call the bathroom. It is not an appropriate setting for my bride.”

Naima’s lips parted with a mix of shock, arousal, and another emotion that I could only interpret as her being flattered at me showing that consideration towards her. And yet, I could hear her mind racing to come up with an argument that might convince me to not pursue what she knew to be inevitable, and that she secretly desired in spite of all her denial.