“Me? Scare avampire? Quin, I’d be more likely to run in the other direction when I get a glimpse of fang.”
The mere mention of Kit’s fangs got Quin thinking about how they’d left tiny cuts on his lips during their kiss. The reminder of that eagerness, of Kit’s desperate desire to taste Quin, had his temperature rising and his cock threatening to follow.
“Oh, and whilst I remember,” Sage said, interrupting Quin’s entirely inappropriate line of thought, “your mum was badgering me about telling you to call her.”
Well, that killed Quin’s burgeoning boner. “I will,” he said, before scrabbling to change the subject. “What’s going on with you, then?”
Sage blew a raspberry. “Nothing.”
“There’s something. There’s alwayssomethingwith you.”
“Nope,” Sage said, making an obnoxious popping of the P sound that drove Quin up the wall. “Before I get more of a grilling, I’ll love you and leave you.”
“You’re avoiding telling me what’s up with you,” Quin accused.
Sage ignored him. “Tell your vampire I say hi.”
Quin sighed. It was a losing battle to get Sage to speak about anything before he was ready to. “I’ll do that. Talk soon.”
Sage started singing a farewell down the phone, so Quin hung up before his ears bled.
Quin checked the time. It was hours before Kit would wake, and Quin had a job to complete that he’d been putting off. He spent the rest of the afternoon working on the website for his client, upgrading their address checker for better delivery services. It wasn’t riveting work by any means, but it paid the bills. After a video call check-in with the client, assuring them all was on track and giving them some feedback on further developments, he took Mabel out for her late evening walk, his mind already on Kit.
But Kit didn’t show up whilst they were out.
Even Mabel seemed to expect it now, so they both wore disappointed faces by the time they returned to the house. Quin hadn’t wanted to overwhelm Kit with messages, but now he was second-guessing his decision. Maybe things had changed now that they’d kissed.
He pulled out his phone and sent over a quick message, asking Kit if he fancied coming over.
The immediate affirmative response was gratifying.
Twenty minutes later, Quin opened the door to Kit, unable to hide his smile. “Hi.”
Kit’s smile was smaller than Quin’s, but he’d never seen a more beautiful sight. “Hi,” Kit said.
“Come on in,” Quin said, throwing the door open wide.
Kit’s smile turned wry. “You already did that. I can now come in forever.”
“Well, feel free to break in anytime.”
“I don’t think it counts as a break-in if you’ve invited me.”
“Don’t use logic on me,” Quin complained. “I’m sleepy. I was up late thanks to a certain someone.” He waggled his brows when Kit turned to glare at him as he walked ahead of him down the hallway.
“This time of night is like six a.m. for me,” Kit said. “And it’s not as if I can have coffee.”
Quin grimaced. Now that he thought of it, Kit looked even paler than usual. He wouldn’t have had time to feed. “Okay, you win. Does my blood work as a pick-me-up?”
They entered the living room, where Mabel was lying belly-up on a blanket right in front of the crackling fire. Her nose twitched, but she didn’t wake. Kit settled himself in what Quin now considered Kit’s chair. He sat on the cushion for once, which was an odd sight.
“Blood is blood,” Kit said. “Sustenance that can, on occasion, be enjoyable.”
“Bet I taste great.”
Kit rolled his eyes. “Of course you think so.”
“How do I taste?”
