“It’s almost like a drug, you lose control of… well, your control and can’t think of anything else but satisfying the craving.”
“Do I owe you an apology?” he asked, and right there I knew I liked him. I liked him a lot.
“No,” I smiled, looking up into his face. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I might owe you an apology.”
“What for?” He furrowed those dark brows at me again.
“Using you, maybe?” I wasn’t sure what I owed him the apology for, I just felt like I had done something wrong and there was a pang of guilt swirling in my gut. The closest thing I could think of was that I had taken advantage of him to satisfy my need to slake the lust the bite had caused.
“I don’t feel used.” He grinned at me and I saw the spark in his eye, the tell that said he was thinking of the last few hours we’d spent together.
“So we’ve been locked up in here for what? Like thirty-eight hours?” I asked.
“Somewhere around there, yeah,” he agreed with a nod.
“No wonder I feel so gross.” I forgot my coffee cup on the counter and turned for the hallway. I felt the heat of his body behind me, following towards the bedroom. I glanced at the bed, the sheets tangled, half on the bed and half off. I smirked and shook my head, but I couldn’t help trying to remember what we had done there. I thought about the Hunter, Andre the vampire, and now Daniel. All tall, dark, and thick – maybe it was a psychological need to go for guys that looked the exact opposite of Cillian. I was happy to realize I could think of my cheating ex-boyfriend of three years now without a stab of pain in my chest.
The room smelled of bodies, of heat, and of sex. I crinkled my nose at the smell and walked over to the window, reaching around the curtains, and opened it, letting the fresh afternoon air in, but leaving the curtains closed for privacy. When I turned around, Daniel was standing in the middle of my room, watching me, looking lost.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, but stayed where I was.
“I was just wondering, what now?” He watched my face for a reaction, but all I had for him was mild confusion.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you brought me here because you were under some sort of compulsion and don’t remember the last thirty-eight hours, so what now?”
“Oh,” I said, glancing away from his searching eyes. He wanted to know if I wanted him to leave. If I was being honest with myself, part of me did want him to leave. I hadn’t been myself when I brought him home and I didn’t really know him. But the other part of me, the larger, almost scared part of me, wanted him to stay. After all, what if the bite wasn’t through with me? What if something set it off again and I went looking for someone to help me satisfy it? I though about the troll again and shook my head. I moved away from the window and made my way across the room, stopping at the door leading to the bathroom.
“Well, right now I was planning on taking a shower,” I glanced over my shoulder at him, catching the hopeful look cross his face momentarily. “Maybe you’d like to join me?”
I didn’t wait for him to answer me and just disappeared through the doorway, walking to the shower and turning on the water. As I adjusted the temperature, I felt him walk in behind me. Without looking over my shoulder, I could tell he was hesitating, torn between what he wanted to do and what he thought he should do. It seemed now that he knew I was basically unconscious for the last thirty-eight hours, he felt embarrassed and nervous. That made me like him even more. He could’ve just gotten dressed and taken off, not giving me a second thought, but instead he was standing just inside the door of the bathroom, unsure what to do with his hands suddenly.
Satisfied with the water temperature,
“Do I owe you an apology?” he asked, and right there I knew I liked him. I liked him a lot.
“No,” I smiled, looking up into his face. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I might owe you an apology.”
“What for?” He furrowed those dark brows at me again.
“Using you, maybe?” I wasn’t sure what I owed him the apology for, I just felt like I had done something wrong and there was a pang of guilt swirling in my gut. The closest thing I could think of was that I had taken advantage of him to satisfy my need to slake the lust the bite had caused.
“I don’t feel used.” He grinned at me and I saw the spark in his eye, the tell that said he was thinking of the last few hours we’d spent together.
“So we’ve been locked up in here for what? Like thirty-eight hours?” I asked.
“Somewhere around there, yeah,” he agreed with a nod.
“No wonder I feel so gross.” I forgot my coffee cup on the counter and turned for the hallway. I felt the heat of his body behind me, following towards the bedroom. I glanced at the bed, the sheets tangled, half on the bed and half off. I smirked and shook my head, but I couldn’t help trying to remember what we had done there. I thought about the Hunter, Andre the vampire, and now Daniel. All tall, dark, and thick – maybe it was a psychological need to go for guys that looked the exact opposite of Cillian. I was happy to realize I could think of my cheating ex-boyfriend of three years now without a stab of pain in my chest.
The room smelled of bodies, of heat, and of sex. I crinkled my nose at the smell and walked over to the window, reaching around the curtains, and opened it, letting the fresh afternoon air in, but leaving the curtains closed for privacy. When I turned around, Daniel was standing in the middle of my room, watching me, looking lost.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, but stayed where I was.
“I was just wondering, what now?” He watched my face for a reaction, but all I had for him was mild confusion.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you brought me here because you were under some sort of compulsion and don’t remember the last thirty-eight hours, so what now?”
“Oh,” I said, glancing away from his searching eyes. He wanted to know if I wanted him to leave. If I was being honest with myself, part of me did want him to leave. I hadn’t been myself when I brought him home and I didn’t really know him. But the other part of me, the larger, almost scared part of me, wanted him to stay. After all, what if the bite wasn’t through with me? What if something set it off again and I went looking for someone to help me satisfy it? I though about the troll again and shook my head. I moved away from the window and made my way across the room, stopping at the door leading to the bathroom.
“Well, right now I was planning on taking a shower,” I glanced over my shoulder at him, catching the hopeful look cross his face momentarily. “Maybe you’d like to join me?”
I didn’t wait for him to answer me and just disappeared through the doorway, walking to the shower and turning on the water. As I adjusted the temperature, I felt him walk in behind me. Without looking over my shoulder, I could tell he was hesitating, torn between what he wanted to do and what he thought he should do. It seemed now that he knew I was basically unconscious for the last thirty-eight hours, he felt embarrassed and nervous. That made me like him even more. He could’ve just gotten dressed and taken off, not giving me a second thought, but instead he was standing just inside the door of the bathroom, unsure what to do with his hands suddenly.
Satisfied with the water temperature,
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