For a moment, Amara honestly thought she might topple forward because she kept rubbing her stomach like it owed her money. Lunch had been… filling. Both literally and mentally. Theron talked too much, Darien talked too little, and she spent nearly the entire meal pretending her spoon was the most interesting invention ever created.
Darien pushed his chair back and said, "Let's go."
Just that. "Let's go."
Two words that made her stomach flip again, though this time it had absolutely nothing to do with food.
She blinked at him, vaguely horrified. Study? Already? Did he want Theron to traumatize her with more mating lessons?
We're not going straight to do the real thing, right? No!
But Theron waved a hand lazily before she could even form the question. "No more studying today. I'm on break." He stabbed a piece of fruit. "A long one."
