Caleb
As soon as Adriel left, I was bored out of my mind.
What was I supposed to do all day - er, night? I wasn’t allowed to leave the place without him babysitting me, and he’d made it very clear he’d rather be working on his book than interacting with me.
I slumped into the couch.
Look on the bright side,I told myself,at least he’s working on the novel.
That brightened my spirits a little. Everyone else in the word - all the millions of fans ofAbyss Blood Sagathought the third book was the last in the series. But I knew better. I knew the author was working on a long-awaited fourth book that would explain every cliffhanger and mystery. It would redeem the horrible ending that the TV series made up. It would cause a ripple of joy for vampire novel readers everywhere.
And Adriel was upstairs writing it this very moment.
I made up my mind. I wouldn’t bother him. No, this was too important for Adriel to be distracted. I could mind my own business downstairs and leave him alone.
Yup. I can do that. Easy. I’ll just sit here and… Stare at the living room.
After about one solid minute of staring at the wall, I gave up. That was no way to spend a whole evening. With a small groan I collapsed deeper across the couch, spreading my lanky limbs all over like a spider.
“Ow!”
A small, quick pain rang out deep within my abdomen.
“Ugh… That again.”
Ever since my surgery was completed, I sometimes felt jolts of pain near the incision site. The doctor told me it was uncomfortable but normal. Just another souvenir from that whole debacle.
Well, it was fine. Minor random bouts of pain were nothing compared to the suffering I endured at the hospital and at the hands of my sickness.
But with nothing else to do, my mind wandered into the past, like I fell through the couch and into my memories. I thought of being back at my apartment - which used to beBenjiand I’s apartment, before he moved out and into the Tenebrae mansion with Pierce - and of how tired I would be all the time. I’d come home exhausted from my job, with barely enough energy to make even a crappy bowl of mac and cheese. Nevermind house chores, laundry, or any type of healthy stuff like exercise.
No, all I could manage was to shovel some pre-made food in my mouth and play video games.
Andjerk off, which I almost embarrassingly admitted to Adriel.
Admittedly, it did help with the random pains, and distracted me from my boredom.
I warily glanced over my shoulder to make sure Adriel wasn’t standing there, as if he could somehow read my naughty thoughts. But he wasn’t, obviously. He was still upstairs, probably pretending I didn’t exist. So I could think about all the nasty things I wanted.
Like… how smoking hot Adriel is.
It was definitely too early after waking up to jerk off, and I didn’t really want to do it on the couch anyway, but that didn’t stop me from letting my mind roam into a fantasy.
A fantasy where Adriel didn’t hate me. One where he actuallylikedme, the way I liked him. One where he thought I was hot, and would do anything for a piece of my ass.
Okay, maybe that was a little too fantastical.
I shut my eyes and my imagination ran wild.
In my mind, Adriel towered over me, just like in real life. His dark eyes held my gaze, powerful and smart. He wrapped his arms around me, his skin not quite as warm as a human but not exactly cold either, and pressed me flush against his chest. I’d whimper and bite my lip, saying,no, we shouldn’t,and Adriel would growl and say,yes, we should…
My body temperature began to rise and my breath quickened. Without realizing it, my hand drifted lower and lower, inching towards my belt -
“Hey!”
In that moment I was glad my handwasn’twrapped around my dick, because there was a good chance I would have ripped it off in my surprise and terror. Instead, I just screamed and fell off the couch.
“Oops,” Theo’s familiar voice said.
