“I swear on my future mate’s life, Wes, I thought he was going to kiss her right there, in the blood hallway. I felt the tension rippling off him,”
Chloe says dramatically. And suddenly I remember him walking through the door, remember how he seemed off.
He’d taken his clothes off rather quickly, and I thought he was just hard and ready forme,but…
No, don’t go there, Wes. You’re just torturing yourself. You know better. He has preferences.
Still, now that the idea is in my head, I can’t get rid of it.
“But… he didn’t? Kiss her, I mean?” I press, trying to sound as oblivious as I can and not jealous or pissed.
Chloe and I round the bend, heading for the studio.
She sighs heavily.
“Unfortunately, no.”
The relief that floods me is palpable. I have to work hard not to fall to the floor like a sack of potatoes.
See. He didn’t kiss her. He walked away. He came home and took one look atyouand got into bed withyou.Because he doesn’t want a vampiress, Wes. He wants you.
The last thought is wishful thinking, but for the moment, I let the hope fester, let the wishful thinking soothe my frayed nerves.
“Ladies first,” I note as we get to the door.
Chloe smiles at me as she brushes past me and enters the room, squealing in delight.
“What?” I ask as I follow after her.
She stops, nudging her head to the left and then I seeher.
“That’s her!” she says in a hushed whisper.
The woman that sits at the far end of the room–alone–looks like something straight out of a fairytale.
She’s petite, fair skin and jet black hair that falls in waves down her back and blends in with her black dress that looks velvet in the light. It goes down to her knees, her exposed legs nearly transparent. She’s wearing black heels that make her short legs look longer. Her pearl necklace catches the light, and I can’t help but stare at her ethereal beauty.
She looks regal. Like a goddess of the night. My blood slows in my veins, and I feel like the world stops.
Who is she?
And then she turns, ever the slightest in my direction. Her eyes—red, like winter berries—and framed by thick lashes, stare back at me. I hold her gaze for only amoment, but it feels almost infinite as I watch her small, ruby-red lips part just the slightest and she sucks in a breath, the motion drawing attention to her breasts, which are practically spilling out of the top of her dress. My cock twitches in my jeans and I absent-mindedly adjust myself.
“Let’s go say hello,” Chloe says with a squeal, breaking my momentary lapse of concentration.
“What? No, Chloe wait?—”
But I’m too late. Because Chloe grabs me, dragging me across the floor, and I think I’m surely doomed. Because the minute my gaze catcheshersagain, I feel the strangest tug in my chest, and I think I’m going to have a heart attack.
Eight
Wesley
“Hi there!” Chloe says animatedly as we stop in front of the woman. She looks between us both.
“Hello…”
Chloe extends her hand warmly as she grins. “I’m Chloe LaBeau, and this is Wesley Castor. We just wanted to introduce ourselves, since, you know, we don’t get many new additions mid-semester here.”
