He is right, but I don’t care. He is here in my arms, where he belongs, and that is the only thing that matters. I pull him even closer and kiss him again. I like the way he melts into my embrace.
I’m still a little worried about not being able to give him sex, but I trust him, and he says he doesn’t care. So I’ll work on notcaring too and then everything will be even more wonderful than it already is.
Sammy breaks away from the kiss to grab a lungful of air, and I seize the opportunity to speak.
“Say goodbye to Mal. I want to show you the ocean.”
A whole storm of emotions flow over Sammy’s face. Excitement. Awe. Worry. Delight. A whole host of others that I cannot name.
“We will come back?” he asks.
I nod. That is an excellent idea.
“Yes. Half our time in the ocean, half our time in the house?” I propose.
It will be good for Sammy to have company other than me, and to spend time in the human world. It’s also a brilliant excuse, because I will miss the boys too. This way I get to see them without looking completely needy.
Sammy smiles. Soft and sweet. “Sounds perfect.”
And he is right. It really does. It’s perfect. Just like Sammy.
Chapter thirty
Sammy
After a week in the ocean, being back in the house feels good. A lifetime of not having a home, and now I have two. Wherever Blue is, and here. I’m spoiled. And I love it.
The hum of conversation as everyone finishes putting the dinner stuff away, feels like a comforting hug. My belly feels content too. I’d nearly forgotten how delicious carbs are. Though, Blue flame roasting fresh fish for me on deserted beaches is not going to get old anytime soon.
And the side effects are amazing. I caught sight of myself in a mirror earlier and nearly gave Blue a heart attack with my shriek. One week of near constant swimming, and no carbs, has made me very toned. And the sun has bleached my hair and given me a glorious tan. I suppose that could all be paranormal stuff, but either way, I’m ecstatic with my glow-up.
“Living room!” orders Lello with a clap of his hands.
We all obey him and file into the next room. Blue chooses an armchair in the corner and I squeeze in next to him.
“Game night!” calls Lello cheerfully.
Good natured groans echo around the room. Lello dives under the telly where all the games are kept and starts rummaging. A little spike of anxiety thrums through me. I’m not clever enough for most games. Charades is not too bad but Trivial Pursuit is beyond me. As for Scrabble, clearly that is hopeless.
“Ta Da!” exclaims Lello as he holds the Twister box above his head.
Yes! Now that’s a game I excel at. This is brilliant. Thank heavens I didn’t eat too much at dinner.
“You playing?” I ask Blue.
He gives me a soft smile and shakes his head as he lifts up the cup of herbal tea Pink made him.
“Alright,” I say as I wriggle out of the chair.
Pink and Red join me by the mat.
“Ned, you can be the spinner,” says Lello.
The vampire grumbles but dutifully takes his place.
The first few moves go fine. If I’m angling my ass towards Blue and arching my back a little, well then sue me. Blue likes to watch me. I can feel his gaze on me right now, and it is heating my skin.
“Left foot, green,” calls out Ned.
