“And?” Sin pressed.
“Ye have tae kiss now,” Roth said with a smirk, speaking for the first time.
“What?” Cecil squeaked.
Benji nodded. “It’s tradition.”
“What the hell kind of tradition is that?” Cecil snapped, his face flushing.
It suddenly came to him what they were talking about. “Would you happen to be referring to a human tradition?”
“Yes!” Benji laughed.
Cecil snorted and crossed his arms.
Sin knew what the two were up to. But because it gave him his chance, he could not find it in himself to care. Moving before his mind talked him out of it, Sin cupped Cecil’s face, ran his thumb over the man’s bottom lip once, before bending down to kiss him.
Much as Sin had the first time, Cecil froze. But those wide eyes meeting his soon closed, and Sin let himself get lost in the moment.
Oh, fuck, what was happening?Screw it, who cares!?Cecil closed his eyes and leaned in.
One of Sin’s fangs scraped over his bottom lip and he gasped. Sin used his surprise to deepen the kiss. And when his tongue brushed against Cecil’s, Cecil stopped giving two fucks about what was happening, only that it was happening and he wanted it. As his legs were starting to go weak, Cecil clasped onto Sin’s broad shoulders.
He felt dizzy and dazed by the time Sin pulled away—due in part to him forgetting to breathe. But really, who could concentrate on trying to breathe when someone’s tongue was in their mouth? Admittedly, Cecil had never been the best multitasker.
Hoots and hollers broke through the daze quickly, and a scorching heat spread across his face. Sin, the annoying bastard, didn’t seem too concerned about everyone staring, or the large number of lewd comments being shouted at them.
There was a slight pink tinge to the man’s cheeks, but the scent coming from Sin told Cecil that it was arousal and not embarrassment. Nope, Sin was just smiling that irritating smile of his, his baby-blue eyes bright and his lips slightly wet from their kiss.
The man was still cupping Cecil’s face. His touch was so gentle, like he was holding something precious or easily breakable. Sin’s hands felt cool against his cheeks, and he leaned into one of them.
Cecil had so many questions. The prominent one being…why had Sin kissed him? Cecil was not so foolish to believe it was the mistletoe. At least, he hoped it wasn’t. Because that would make Sin an asshole.
“Why?” he demanded.
His smile never faltered as Sin replied, “I care for you, Cecil.”
Cecil blinked. “You care for me?”
“Yes. I will not claim love. It is too soon to claim such feelings. But I care for you deeply. The time I have spent around you, all our conversations, your laughs and smiles, they have ignited a burning desire inside me.” Sin laughed. “I will be honest, I tried to ignore it at first. But I find I cannot do so any longer, as it is a desire I now wish to explore.”
His eyes widened and his heart started to pound—holy fuck! “That was so fucking sappy.”
The people who Cecil had attempted to ignore burst out laughing. Great, because this wasn’t embarrassing enough!
Sin snorted. “Cecil…”
“What? It so was,” he snapped defensively.
Was Sin telling the truth? Did the man really want him? But why? He was a thief, he had nothing. His parents hadn’teven wanted him. He was a nothing. Somebody like Sin shouldn’t have even given him a second glance.
Cecil shook his head—no! Sin was different, wasn’t he? Sin had never looked at Cecil in disgust, he had never treated him as lesser.
But could he trust this? What would happen if he didn’t? If he pushed Sin away now, took his words as lies, would he be giving up his only chance to be happy? Cecil liked Sin, and he wanted to be with him.
So maybe…just maybe, this one last time, he’d give someone his trust. He would give it, if only for the slim chance that it would work out. Because he wanted to believe again that the world didn’t completely suck.
Cecil threw himself at Sin, climbed him like a spider monkey and kissed him. When he wrapped his legs around Sin’s waist, the man laughed into his mouth. The vampire cupped his ass with one hand, holding him up.
