Lukas
I held Sam for hours,marveling at everything that had happened. I’d had a lot of sex in my hundreds of years, each time serving its purpose of scratching that persistent itch. The connection with the person had lasted until I’d come, and that had been it. Yet, the moment I was inside Sam, it was as if my heart were beating for the first time in four hundred and fifty years. I didn’t know what to do with the feeling.
Humans were an irritation for me, and Sam was one of them. At some point he’d stopped being someone I avoided and now, the thought of separating from him was almost painful.
I wanted to call Vincent and ask him what was wrong with me, but the thought of slipping from this bed was upsetting. Instead, I held Sam, listening to his breath and the beat of his heart. I found myself smiling as an errant snore bubbled out of him or a mumble that made no sense at all.
Once the sun rose, casting beams across the floor, Sam began to wake. He was relaxed in my arms until he lifted his arms to stretch; then he went rigid.
“It’s okay, Sam.”
I loosened my grip so he could turn to face me. He covered his mouth with his hand. “Good morning.”
I smirked. “Morning.”
“I’ll be back in a sec.”
I watched, amused as he darted out of my room stark naked. I heard him relieve himself, and moments later the sound of vigorous brushing explained the hand over his mouth. Morning breath.
After I’d been turned, things like that had ceased to be a problem. I didn’t miss worrying about bad breath, body odor, or even sweating. Showers were a luxury and not a necessity, as was brushing my teeth and such.
Sam entered my room, adorning a new pair of boxers, and I could smell his refreshing aroma from the bed. I patted the empty space beside me.
“All good?”
He nodded and sat beside me. He sat crisscrossed and I wasn’t thrilled that I couldn’t wrap my arms around him, but it appeared he wanted to talk. I sat up against the pillowed headboard.
“What’s on your mind, Sam?”
“Last night we…” He made some sort of obscene hand gesture that made me feel like just saying we’d fucked would have been tamer.
“We did.”
“And how are you feeling about that this morning?”
He was nervous about regrets. I supposed that was a warranted concern, seeing as I’d been less than congenial to him and the town.
“Sam.” I reached out and took his hand in mine, halting his fidgeting. “I enjoyed last night a great deal.”
His shoulders relaxed. “Really?”
“Yes. I have no regrets. What about you?”
He shook his head. “I don’t regret even a second. It was the best night of my life.”
I was sure a statement like that would terrify a mortal man, but it calmed me. Sam loved what we’d done.
“Is this something you’d like to keep as a one-night stand, Sam, or are you hoping for more?”
He squeezed my hand, worry in his eyes as if he feared saying the wrong thing.
“I like you a lot, Lukas, even when you’re grumpy, which is often. And last night was a dream come true. I hope it wasn’t just for one night.”
I gently tugged Sam’s hand, happy that he moved closer until I was able to hold his face in my hands. “I’d like to explore whatever this is if you would, Sam.”
“You mean that?” His brows dipped, and his eyes turned glassy.
“Very much.”
