"My bed is big enough," Gilas insisted. "Don't you trust me? I told you I won't do a thing to you unless you let me."
It was painful. Gilas was hurt by how distant Clara was acting to him… Yes, she was within his reach, but she still felt so far away from actually being within his grasp.
Clara bit her lower lip, and Gilas immediately stopped himself from groaning at the sight of her. He found himself wishing that he could also make her bite her lower lip for a different reason just to punish her for making him suffer like this.
"It's not that I don't trust you, Gilas. It's just that I don't trust my instincts," Clara explained. "I can feel the Mate Pull through your touch, and all of this is just so new to me. I don't think I'm ready for it..."
