I frown and stare at him.Girlfriend?I intone in his mind.
‘I mean ... I thought ... only if you want ...’ he says, blushing and back-pedalling madly.
Pure happiness floods the mausoleum of my soul.Definitely, I purr with a smile.I thought you’d never ask.
***
I can hardly believe it. Damian is fine with me being a vampire, and I’m now his girlfriend! And I didn’t evenencourage him to ask me. This is going a lot better than I expected. I still have to tell him about the choice he has to make: either be turned into a vampire or have a complete memory wipe. But I’m hopeful if he likes me enough to date me, he’ll choose being turned. Fingers crossed.
‘I’m going to get a drink of water. Do you want anything?’ Damian looks at me enquiringly, and I shake my head. ‘Actually, do you drink tea or coffee or anything? I’ve never seen you.’
‘No. I can, but it doesn’t taste so great.’
‘But you had a Bloody Mary at the bar?’
I pull a face. ‘I prefer the real thing.’
He nods. ‘Ah, right. Not sure Uber Eats actually delivers blood bags, but I can check.’
I laugh at that, and he throws me a grin. Once he’s gone to the kitchen, I shift underneath the duvet and wiggle contentedly in the warm indentation he’s left, covering myself in his scent. Mmm, I’m definitely feeling in the mood for some action now. I remove the clothing he lent me and pull up the duvet to mostly cover my breasts. I’m assuming a lot here—that Damian will let me stay over and that he wants to have sex with me. But since he’s nowmy boyfriend,I’m hoping he’s up for it—on both counts.
Damian stands stock-still in the doorway when he returns. His eyes rake over my bare shoulders.
‘You look comfortable in there,’ he says.
I twirl an end of my hair provocatively around my finger. ‘I am. Would you like to join me?’
He sucks in a breath and walks over to the bedside light and abruptly switches it off.I’ll take that as a yes.He quickly lifts off his T-shirt and slides down his boxers.
Does he think I can’t see him because it’s dark?
‘You know I have night vision, right?’
‘Oh shit.’ He claps both hands over his privates, and I snigger to myself. It’s a bit late for that!
He takes a step forward, and there’s a dull thud.
Damian gasps in pain, holding one hand over his cock while the other clutches at his foot.
‘Oh no, poor you! Come here.’ He hops over to the bed and practically collapses on top of me. Luckily, I can bear his weight easily. Diving down to the end of the bed, I gingerly check each toe in turn while he groans.
‘Which one actually hurts?’ I ask.
‘The big one, on the left. I don’t think it’s broken. But fuck, it hurts.’
‘I’ll give it a rub.’
There’s silence while I rub his toe and give it a little kiss for good luck. Damian’s breathing quickens.
Either he likes his toe being kissed, or he’s worried I’m going to bite it off.
My hand travels from his foot, trails up his shin, and reaches his solid, shapely thigh.
‘Anything else need rubbing?’ I run my hand lightly over his cock, and hear him swallow.
‘That definitely does.’
‘I don’t want to take advantage of you when you’re drunk.’
