Chapter 11 The Alphas B

• He chuckled and fell down next to me, happy to relax for a minute. He was different when he was alone, not as rigid, more of a smile on those full lips of his.
• I turned to him, holding my head in my hand, leaning on my elbow.
• “So what would you say to me, if it wasn’t rehearsed? If I wasn’t an offering and you were just going to sleep with me?” I asked, and he huffed, thinking about his answer, staring at the ceiling.