Chapter 153: Strength, Part 1

Trent dragged his lips up my neck and nipped at my ear. "If only I trusted myself as much as you do."

Disappointment landed hard in my gut. Not because he wouldn't bite me - part of me was actually kind of relieved - but because he'd done it before, with other girls. So, why wouldn't he do it with me?

I sat forward, snatched his jacket, and once again draped it around my shoulders, deliberately pulling it closed around my neck.

"You're mad," he said, his frown evident in his tone.

"Not mad. Just… confused." I fidgeted with the buttons on his jacket, thankful he couldn't see my face, or the tears that were threatening to spill free. "Why did you do it with other people but not me?"

He sighed. "I told you. That type of bite creates a very physical reaction. It doesn't ever mean anything."

"So, it would mean nothing to you?"

"That's not what I said." Frustration laced his words. "Why does this matter so much to you anyway?"