When Maximus woke up that evening, Celeste was already gone, as if she could take away what happened between them by disappearing after. Maybe she had the right idea, he thought, as embarrassment worked its way up his body.
Dammit. He thought as he buried his face in his pillow. What the hell got into him? He couldn’t believe he used a lame excuse like that to sleep with her.
Was he grateful? Yes. His mother needed help. And he hated the thought of her going out there to hunt for herself. He knew she had to do it soon enough, but he would rather she didn’t do it while she was weak.
But did he f**k Celeste only because he was grateful that she offered her blood. Maximus groaned because he knew the answer to that. And it was time to stop denying it because it was becoming tiring. And h
