FAYE Seriously, Chad was just going to leave it at that?He told me that he might like me, and then what? After that night, he dared to tell me not to stress my “pretty mind” about it before turning around and going to sleep as though he hadn’t just kissed me and turned my entire world upside down.What the hell was that supposed to mean?I had spent the entire night staring at the ceiling, replaying his words over and over again, trying to figure out what was going on inside that thick skull of his.However, the bastard seemed perfectly fine the following morning. He hadn’t even brought up the kiss again—not a single word. Meanwhile, I was losing my damn mind.Was I supposed to ask him what he meant? Did he actually like me, or was he just confused because of the mate bond? And why did he kiss me in the first place if he was going to act as though it had been nothing afterward?I had a million questions, and the one person who could answer them was determined to drive me insane.
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