His fingers still against my shoulder, and for whatever reason, there's a heavy, foreboding feeling creeping into my heart.
"Were you planning on doing it a second time?" he asks, his voice perfectly even-keeled and yet somehow still so very, very dangerous.
All my danger senses are blaring, making my entire body go stiff.
Then, strangely, there's a whiff of what feels like a transfer between us. Or maybe it's my imagination.
More importantly, his question leaves me nonplussed. "Er… How many times do you think a person can do it?" I ask tentatively, wondering if there's some sort of re-virgining I've never heard about. I mean, shifters heal fast, so I guess it's possible…
But then again, I'm a human, so…?
And yet it feels a bit like I've shoved my foot into my mouth as the truck suddenly decelerates.
Uh-oh.
