and rubbed her brow with the back of her hand.
I swallowed back the first hint of desire.
I heard Elijah choke and stifle a laugh and I shot him a questioning look.
“Oh, man. Your shirt. I thought I smelled bleach on my way up here.”
I looked closer and saw Amelia was wearing my classic 1969 Let It Bleed Rolling Stones T-shirt. It was wet and I saw spots of bleach splattered across the fabric.
"What the fuck?" I growled.
Eli leaned back in my chair and began laughing uncontrollably and said, "Stop. It's too funny and you're making me angry and I want to laugh at you instead," he said, gasping for words. "Please don't make her quit. I like her already."
I turned back to the monitor and watched her as she lifted the hem of my shirt and wiped her chin with it. The tiniest sliver of pale white skin popped out from underneath and I ran a hand through my hair while shifting uncomfortably in my seat.
Mine .
Elijah's laughter faded in the background and I heard him, faintly in the background. "Grant?"
Transfixed, I eyed the hem of the shirt grazing against the soft curve of her thighs.
“Grant.”
The hollow pit of my stomach clenched.
“Grant!”
Something hard hit my shoulder followed by the clatter of metal against the hardwood floors. I flicked my eyes toward Eli, “What?”
"What are you doing?" he asked barely above a whisper.
I immediately was flooded with guilt. "She just makes me so hungry. Nothing I do makes it better. Not hunting or drinking blood.”
His eyes were filled with confusion. God, he’s disgusted with me. Is it because I’m weak and won’t kill her? Or is it because I’m weak and should kill her?” I shot back from the desk, pacing furiously around the room.
I locked eyes with him for a moment trying to understand. His eyebrow arched, curious. “Dude…”
"What?" I snapped again.
"That's not hunger. Well, a little bit of hunger, but that is not what I’m getting from you…" he trailed off, skirting around the word. His fingers drummed the arms of the chair and he struggled to keep his eyes on mine.
"What the hell are you talking about, Elijah?”
I paused in the middle of the room and ran my hands though my hair. I looked directly at him to make sure he wasn't playing a joke on me or trying to piss me off. His dark eyes were filled with sincerity and a touch of shock. The shock was probably a reflection of my own.
“That feeling? The one rolling off you in waves so hard I could ride one on a surfboard? The pheromones alone are about to knock me out and you’re,” he looks down at my waist and shakes his head, “That’s not hunger, Grant. That’s lust.”
"Lust?"
“Lust.”
The word hung thick in the air.
Lust.
Chapter 16
Grant
The word, no, idea brought about a range of tensions that coursed between Elijah and me like a rubber ball. I had no idea what to do with feelings like that.
He continued working, glancing down occasionally at the monitors, updating the system like I'd asked him to. I was across the room, as far away as possible, as though that made it less likely for him to read me.
The minutes ticked by and he finally spoke. "Grant, it's not a big deal. Well, it is a big deal, but not the way you're thinking. I mean you like her. She's cute and for some strange reason not afraid of you," he said, breaking out into a huge grin. "This makes her either the coolest girl you've ever met or the dumbest. I'm not sure which." He glanced down again at the monitors and I could see her reflected in his eyes, spraying down the furniture and cleaning up the mess she had made on the patio.
My shirt hung over her shoulders and her jaw was set. There was a look of something, determination, possibly, in her eyes. I wasn't sure. Again, the fact I couldn't read her well was disturbing. I mean, really disturbing. This situation opened up a whole other equation I'd never considered. Lust? I rubbed my hands back and forth across the top of my legs, trying to
I swallowed back the first hint of desire.
I heard Elijah choke and stifle a laugh and I shot him a questioning look.
“Oh, man. Your shirt. I thought I smelled bleach on my way up here.”
I looked closer and saw Amelia was wearing my classic 1969 Let It Bleed Rolling Stones T-shirt. It was wet and I saw spots of bleach splattered across the fabric.
"What the fuck?" I growled.
Eli leaned back in my chair and began laughing uncontrollably and said, "Stop. It's too funny and you're making me angry and I want to laugh at you instead," he said, gasping for words. "Please don't make her quit. I like her already."
I turned back to the monitor and watched her as she lifted the hem of my shirt and wiped her chin with it. The tiniest sliver of pale white skin popped out from underneath and I ran a hand through my hair while shifting uncomfortably in my seat.
Mine .
Elijah's laughter faded in the background and I heard him, faintly in the background. "Grant?"
Transfixed, I eyed the hem of the shirt grazing against the soft curve of her thighs.
“Grant.”
The hollow pit of my stomach clenched.
“Grant!”
Something hard hit my shoulder followed by the clatter of metal against the hardwood floors. I flicked my eyes toward Eli, “What?”
"What are you doing?" he asked barely above a whisper.
I immediately was flooded with guilt. "She just makes me so hungry. Nothing I do makes it better. Not hunting or drinking blood.”
His eyes were filled with confusion. God, he’s disgusted with me. Is it because I’m weak and won’t kill her? Or is it because I’m weak and should kill her?” I shot back from the desk, pacing furiously around the room.
I locked eyes with him for a moment trying to understand. His eyebrow arched, curious. “Dude…”
"What?" I snapped again.
"That's not hunger. Well, a little bit of hunger, but that is not what I’m getting from you…" he trailed off, skirting around the word. His fingers drummed the arms of the chair and he struggled to keep his eyes on mine.
"What the hell are you talking about, Elijah?”
I paused in the middle of the room and ran my hands though my hair. I looked directly at him to make sure he wasn't playing a joke on me or trying to piss me off. His dark eyes were filled with sincerity and a touch of shock. The shock was probably a reflection of my own.
“That feeling? The one rolling off you in waves so hard I could ride one on a surfboard? The pheromones alone are about to knock me out and you’re,” he looks down at my waist and shakes his head, “That’s not hunger, Grant. That’s lust.”
"Lust?"
“Lust.”
The word hung thick in the air.
Lust.
Chapter 16
Grant
The word, no, idea brought about a range of tensions that coursed between Elijah and me like a rubber ball. I had no idea what to do with feelings like that.
He continued working, glancing down occasionally at the monitors, updating the system like I'd asked him to. I was across the room, as far away as possible, as though that made it less likely for him to read me.
The minutes ticked by and he finally spoke. "Grant, it's not a big deal. Well, it is a big deal, but not the way you're thinking. I mean you like her. She's cute and for some strange reason not afraid of you," he said, breaking out into a huge grin. "This makes her either the coolest girl you've ever met or the dumbest. I'm not sure which." He glanced down again at the monitors and I could see her reflected in his eyes, spraying down the furniture and cleaning up the mess she had made on the patio.
My shirt hung over her shoulders and her jaw was set. There was a look of something, determination, possibly, in her eyes. I wasn't sure. Again, the fact I couldn't read her well was disturbing. I mean, really disturbing. This situation opened up a whole other equation I'd never considered. Lust? I rubbed my hands back and forth across the top of my legs, trying to
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