He’s avampire.
—followed by—
3…2…1….
And he’s in myapartment.
He freezes. “Am I moving too fast for you?”
“It’s spooky that you can do that.” I sit up despite my nipples begging to rub against him again.
Against that firm chest of his. I let my fingers play with the buttons on his shirt. Hell, this suit he’s wearing, and his shoes, are probably worth more than my 4Runner.
Minus the new tires, obvs.
“The sudden, abject panic in your eyes was a clue,” he softly says.
“Sorry.”
“Please don’t apologize.” He sits up. “I had the best night in decades tonight. And I thought last night was fantastic.” He smiles. “The night before was pretty wonderful, too.”
“Maybe you can actually get past third base tomorrow night.”
He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. “I wish I could tell you how much I appreciate you giving me this chance.”
“You can have anyone you want. Literally.Whyare you fixated on theonewoman you have to work your ass off for?”
“Because I want someone who wants me becausetheywant me, not just becauseIwant them.”
This is getting a little too real a little too quickly.
I climb to my feet and kick off the Jimmy Choos, tossing them into my closet.
Then I can wiggle my toes.Oh, that’s better.“I have to hit the little girl’s room. ’Scuse me for just a minute.”
“Of course.”
After I take care of business, I look at myself in the mirror. My cheeks are flushed—my hair looks good, at least—and the girls are shown off nicely in this dress.
Fuck. Iinviteda frickingvampireinto myapartment.
After he fingered me on the side of the road.
What thehellam I doing? Have I lost all common sense?
I return to find him sitting exactly where I left him. When he looks up at me…
Yeah. He’s hot. Hunky.
And sad.
Lonely.
Kinda like me.
A lot like me, in some ways.
I return to sit in front of him on the area rug.
