Rowena's POV.
“How could I not bleed, my little human?” Jason said, his voice smug as he shrugged.
“Your big head was resting in my palm, and my hand was scraping the ground while we were… you know. But no worries.. it'd heal by itself. It's taking so much time ... I haven't fed since today.."
“Oh,” I muttered, heat creeping up my cheeks.
“Oh?” He propped himself up on his elbow, chin resting in his hand, staring at me with that cocky grin.
“Seriously, Rowena, you’re acting like you didn’t enjoy it.”
“Enjoy what exactly?” I snapped, looking away, my fingers tightening on the shirt still pressed against my chest.
“The s*x,” he said, his smirk growing.
“The s*x, Rowena, since you want me to spell it out. You’re the most difficult girl I’ve ever met… and also the most beautiful.”
