We stayed in silence for a while during the journey. I wasn't used to starting conversations, especially with someone I didn't know. Even though we lived together, Mr. Levy was still a stranger to me. Even after we fucked, we were still strangers. Boss and employee. The connoisseur and the whore.
If you thought not having a wolf meant I didn't feel the heat phase, that was true. But that didn't mean I couldn't feel passion like other werewolves. I just held it back because I thought my life was not just for sex. It was never even in my dictionary before.
"Are you sure he didn't touch you? Especially when you were unconscious." Mr. Levy asked after we had been together for a while.
