Chapter 48
Vanya
My cheeks burned hotter than the sun.
“You said you’ve never been on a date,” I muttered, narrowing my eyes at him. “But judging by your freaky nature, I don’t believe for one second that this was your first time with a girl. You experienced manwhore.”
I stormed off before I completely combusted, but not before I heard him chuckling behind me.
“Trust me,” he said, catching up with ease, his tone maddeningly casual. “The only person I’m a manwhore for is you, love. Only you.”
I rolled my eyes so hard they almost got stuck. “I’m not naive, Kross. You knew exactly what to do. That’s not beginner’s luck. That’s muscle memory.”
He laughed again, deeper this time, the sound low and confident. “First of all, I’ll take that as a glowing review of my performance—thank you ve
