"What do you think of me?" Orig broke the kiss with his fingers, wiping some saliva from the side of her mouth. "You're exciting, possessive, manipulative, and a brilliant actor. You're my type."
Orig laughed, clearly enjoying their conversation. "I mean, what do you think of the kiss?"
"Damn, what is this boy thinking? I'm skilled too, and I felt sad when you stopped," Taya said, realizing Orig had carried her to the bed. "If you still had the same memories, you wouldn't think of me this way."
A smile of relief appeared on Taya's face. "Don't worry, Evail told me about these things. I was foolish; I don't know why I was acting that way with you," Taya whispered, feeling him stop leaving marks on her waist. She lifted her eyes to find him staring at her in surprise. "How much did Evail tell you?"
His tone was cold. "She told me everything she knew."
Taya noticed the dark expression on his face. "And you have no problem with that?"
