Elena POV:
So here I was, sitting in Kane's ridiculously pristine kitchen, sipping on orange juice like it was my life support, and trying to come to terms with the fact that my mate—my mate—was not only capable of being Prince Charming but also the poster boy for a…whipping-and-gagging romance novel? Because apparently, that's a thing. A thing I almost threw myself into last night in my drunken stupor. What is wrong with me? Who gets drunk and decides, "Hey, maybe I'll try being tied up for fun"? I mean, really, Elena. Really.
Okay, deep breaths. Positive thoughts. Happy thoughts. Or at least sane ones.
