Chapter Eleven

Breakfast the next morning was awfully quiet the only sound that could be heard was the clattering of cutlery.

Ryke stared at her as she tried to use our hair to hide her blush. His inner voice kept wondering the same thing he did. Why did he stop? He could have taken things further and fulfill the fantasy that haunted him for two years but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

She was a virgin and somewhere out there, a man was waiting. Someone who would protect and treasure what she had to give but that man was definitely not him.

Deciding he had had enough of the silence, he spoke, "How did you sleep?"

Crystal kept quiet so he continued, "Dd anything interesting happen after I left?

Still she regarded him with silence.

"Any interesting dream in particular?", Ryke asked taunting her.

"What the hell is your problem?"

There she was. His firecracker.

Crystal stood up angrily make making all the cutlery on her side of the table fall to the ground.

"Didn't anyone ever teach you to rea