chapter 26

Joan’s POV

“Just one last time,” I said, leaning closer to him, but he pulled away as quick as I was done, like I was done. He couldn’t risk coming closer to him. It baffled me because he was always so enthusiastic to touch me and to pin me down, but now he looked rather worried that it left me in a haze of confusion.

“I want to tell you something,” he insisted. What could be so important that he won’t let me touch him? The mighty Fredrick wants to talk; isn’t that beautiful? He never talked; we just fucked, and that was all but now?.

“What do you want to talk about? What’s so important that you don’t want me to touch you?"I could think of everything in the world, but then he said, "I like you. I don’t know if I would call it love, but I am certain I like you."

Perplexed.

Like?, he never liked me; he would never like me either. He liked my body and the way I tasted and the way I moaned; just like he said earlier, that was all I was to him—just sex and nothing more—so maybe he liked s