Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Collection 6-10 by Laurell K. Hamilton Page B
Authors: Laurell K. Hamilton
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it to his chest likehe’d have rather slept with it than on it. Maybe the penguin wasn’t such a bad idea.
I locked the door behind us. I could have moved into Richard’s room. It was a bigger bed, but it also had a picture window with a deck and bird feeders. The guest room only had one small window. Easier to defend. Unless I wanted to go out a window, they were both traps, so we stayed in the more secure room. Besides, I’d have had to move all the weapons and it would have been dawn before I finished.
I pulled the covers back and said, “You first.” If something came through the door, I wanted to be the first to greet it, but I didn’t say that out loud. Stephen was jumpy enough.
He climbed into bed with his pillow, pressing it against the wall, because there really wasn’t room for two full-sized pillows. He lay on his back, staring up at me, his curling yellow hair falling around his face and bare shoulders like Sleeping Beauty. You didn’t see many men with hair longer than mine. He was one of those men who was pretty rather than handsome, lovely as a doll. Staring up at me with his blue eyes, he looked about twelve. The look on his face was what did it, like he was expecting me to kick him, and he’d let me because he couldn’t stop me. I understood in that moment what Raina had meant about him being anyone’s meat. There was nothing dominant about Stephen, and it made me wonder about his background. Abused children will sometimes have that raw look to their eyes. And they’ll take abuse, because it’s normal.
“What’s wrong?” Stephen said.
I’d been staring. “Nothing, just thinking.” Tonight was not the night to ask if his father had beat him. I thought about throwing on a pair of jeans, but it would have been uncomfortable, not to mention hot. It was late spring, the heat hadn’t set in. It was only seventy degrees, but it wasn’t cool enough to wear jeans, especially if you had someone else in bed with you. Besides, I wasn’t sure how Stephen would take me getting dressed to lie down beside him. Maybe he’d be insulted. It was too complicated for me. I turned off the light and climbed into bed beside him. If either of us had been much bigger, we’d have never fit. Stephen had to roll onto his side as it was.
He curled against my back, spooning his body against mine, one arm flung across my waist, like I was the stuffed toy. I stiffened, but Stephen didn’t seem to notice. He buried his faceinto my back, and let his breath out in a sigh. I lay there in the dark and couldn’t sleep. Two months ago after I’d nearly ended up a vampire, I’d had trouble sleeping. Close brushes with death, I could handle. Close brushes with becoming the undead, that scared me. But I got over it. I was sleeping just fine, thank you very much, until now. I pushed the button on my watch that made it glow. It was only 5:30. I’d had about an hour’s sleep. Great.
Stephen’s breathing deepened, and his body relaxed against me a muscle at a time. He whimpered softly in his sleep, arm convulsing around me, then the dream passed and he lay still and warm.
I drifted off to sleep, cuddling Stephen’s arm around my body. He was almost as good as a stuffed toy, though he did have a tendency to move at the odd moment.
Daylight spilled through the thin white drapes, and at first I thought the light had awakened me. I woke stiff, in the same position that I’d fallen asleep in, as if I hadn’t moved at all during the night. Stephen was still curled around me, a leg over my legs along with one arm like he was trying to get as close to me as he could, even in his sleep.
I lay there for a moment with his body wrapped around me and realized I’d never awakened with a man before. I’d had a fiancé in college and I’d had sex with him, but I’d never spent the night. I’d never actually slept in the same bed with a man. It was kind of odd. I lay in the circle of warmth of Stephen’s body and wished it
I locked the door behind us. I could have moved into Richard’s room. It was a bigger bed, but it also had a picture window with a deck and bird feeders. The guest room only had one small window. Easier to defend. Unless I wanted to go out a window, they were both traps, so we stayed in the more secure room. Besides, I’d have had to move all the weapons and it would have been dawn before I finished.
I pulled the covers back and said, “You first.” If something came through the door, I wanted to be the first to greet it, but I didn’t say that out loud. Stephen was jumpy enough.
He climbed into bed with his pillow, pressing it against the wall, because there really wasn’t room for two full-sized pillows. He lay on his back, staring up at me, his curling yellow hair falling around his face and bare shoulders like Sleeping Beauty. You didn’t see many men with hair longer than mine. He was one of those men who was pretty rather than handsome, lovely as a doll. Staring up at me with his blue eyes, he looked about twelve. The look on his face was what did it, like he was expecting me to kick him, and he’d let me because he couldn’t stop me. I understood in that moment what Raina had meant about him being anyone’s meat. There was nothing dominant about Stephen, and it made me wonder about his background. Abused children will sometimes have that raw look to their eyes. And they’ll take abuse, because it’s normal.
“What’s wrong?” Stephen said.
I’d been staring. “Nothing, just thinking.” Tonight was not the night to ask if his father had beat him. I thought about throwing on a pair of jeans, but it would have been uncomfortable, not to mention hot. It was late spring, the heat hadn’t set in. It was only seventy degrees, but it wasn’t cool enough to wear jeans, especially if you had someone else in bed with you. Besides, I wasn’t sure how Stephen would take me getting dressed to lie down beside him. Maybe he’d be insulted. It was too complicated for me. I turned off the light and climbed into bed beside him. If either of us had been much bigger, we’d have never fit. Stephen had to roll onto his side as it was.
He curled against my back, spooning his body against mine, one arm flung across my waist, like I was the stuffed toy. I stiffened, but Stephen didn’t seem to notice. He buried his faceinto my back, and let his breath out in a sigh. I lay there in the dark and couldn’t sleep. Two months ago after I’d nearly ended up a vampire, I’d had trouble sleeping. Close brushes with death, I could handle. Close brushes with becoming the undead, that scared me. But I got over it. I was sleeping just fine, thank you very much, until now. I pushed the button on my watch that made it glow. It was only 5:30. I’d had about an hour’s sleep. Great.
Stephen’s breathing deepened, and his body relaxed against me a muscle at a time. He whimpered softly in his sleep, arm convulsing around me, then the dream passed and he lay still and warm.
I drifted off to sleep, cuddling Stephen’s arm around my body. He was almost as good as a stuffed toy, though he did have a tendency to move at the odd moment.
Daylight spilled through the thin white drapes, and at first I thought the light had awakened me. I woke stiff, in the same position that I’d fallen asleep in, as if I hadn’t moved at all during the night. Stephen was still curled around me, a leg over my legs along with one arm like he was trying to get as close to me as he could, even in his sleep.
I lay there for a moment with his body wrapped around me and realized I’d never awakened with a man before. I’d had a fiancé in college and I’d had sex with him, but I’d never spent the night. I’d never actually slept in the same bed with a man. It was kind of odd. I lay in the circle of warmth of Stephen’s body and wished it
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