Chapter 20

Climbing onto the bed, he brought his hand beneath her chin, using a finger to lift her head. His lips moved slowly against hers, exuding the passion hers wasn’t and though his hand aimed to pull her closer, hers only pushed him away.

Zillon understood her actions and he conceded to them. He pulled back, eyes finding hers. “At least kiss back, Celeste.”

Celeste shook her head, turning to face away from him. “I will not let you have to tell me that whatever we did—whether we kiss or we mate—means nothing to you. It doesn’t make sense we do it if it means nothing.”

“Right…” Zillon nodded, slowly crawling off of the bed and settling back into the chair. She was right, but that didn’t stop him from feeling dejected. “I understand what you mean, but can you not randomly throw rejection speech at me? I know that you want a rejection and you’ll certainly get it, but wait, you can reject me after you’re fully recovered. I won’t stop you then.”

“Why can I not do it no