Chapter 38

It had been two weeks since I started living with Emiliana, two damn weeks in which I had learned the true meaning of self-control because you practically needed nerves of steel not to jump into the arms of the raven-haired woman and devour her mouth. Every day that ended, I mentally patted myself on the back for not succumbing to my primitive instincts while in her presence.

The worst, seriously the absolute worst of it all, was that Emiliana acted as cool and disinterested as a cucumber about it. She had followed my decision to the letter, and except for some flirtatious comments here and there, to which I had already become accustomed, she hadn't mentioned anything related to us. You couldn't even say we were friends; I think the most appropriate term would be "roommates." I had come to hate that word with all my soul. How low had I sunk to hate something like that?

I truly appreciated that she had given me my space to think, but now that I had, I realized