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“Don’t you?” he asks arching a brow, then leans back before pushing himself to his feet. “I guess I’ll go then.”
He starts for the door, and I open my mouth, letting a single word escape.
“Wait.”
7
YOU HAVE QUITE THE IMAGINATION
Tell me, Eden, how do you want me to make you come this time?
I chickened out. I told him to wait as he started to leave, but when he turned around, my mouth refused to function. I couldn’t force the words past my lips. Words that would result in Jesse’s hands on me. His mouth on mine. His cock inside me.
I stood there panting, my underwear soaked as he stared at me with those dark piercing eyes, and froze. I wanted him to touch me—my body practically screamed for it—but my mind wouldn’t stop spinning. You barely know this guy. He’s a vampire, for fuck’s sake. You should be running in the opposite direction, not panting after him like a bitch in heat.
As if he could read my mind, Jesses nodded. He said he could see I was torn. That I wasn’t ready. That when I am, I should simply call out his name, and he’ll come back and fulfill every single one of my desires.
I want you, Eden, but I can wait. For as long as it takes.
So, here I am, sitting on my couch and replaying those words over and over in my brain as I wonder if I made the right decision. My lady bits answer that silent question with a resounding no. A frustrated groan climbs up my throat, and I barely manage to suppress the sound before it escapes.
I’m not sure if Jesse is still in his apartment, but if he is, I don’t want him to hear any groans coming from inside mine. Because if he comes back, my brain may not override my body again. I might end up doing something I’ll regret.
Pushing myself up from the couch, I stride into my bedroom. I need to get out of here. To go someplace I can think—out loud, if need be—without the prospect of Jesse overhearing and popping up before I’ve made a definitive decision.
After slipping on some shoes and grabbing my bag, I tiptoe toward the door and slip out of my apartment. Closing the door softly, I stick my key into the lock, flinching when a resounding click echoes through the hallway as the lock engages.
I roll my eyes at myself and hurry down the hall. It doesn’t matter how quiet I try to be. Jesse probably knew I was leaving the second my soft footsteps padded toward the door.
Living next door to a vampire is fucking nerve-racking.
It’s early afternoon and gorgeous out, so I decide to walk. My favorite coffee shop, Blessed Brew, is only a few blocks away, and I head in that direction. Maybe a jolt of caffeine will clear my head and help me see things a little more clearly.
Tinkling bells herald my entrance into the café, and a familiar friendly voice calls my name as the scent of freshly-ground coffee beans fills my nostrils. A sense of calmness pervades my bones at once.
Steph is working. We met a few years ago and instantly hit it off, despite my usual difficulty in making new friends. She’s extroverted enough for the both of us, the yin to my yang. If anyone can give me advice about my…situation, it’s her.
I slide into a chair at my usual table when Steph waves me away from the counter. She knows my order and always refuses to charge me for it. Her aunt owns the place, so Steph doesn’t have to worry about getting into trouble with management for handing out free drinks.
While I wait, I glance around the small seating area. A few of the tables are occupied, and I study each patron, wondering if they’re human. Would I know just from looking at them? Sure, Jesse exudes power and a totally inhuman beauty, but do all vampires have that same glow?
I shake my head and turn my attention back to Steph, who’s busy crafting two large mochas. Of course, the people here are human. Why would a vampire be in a coffee shop? They can’t drink the stuff, and I’m pretty sure Aunt Bernadette hasn’t added human blood to the menu.
“Hey, girl. Where have you been?” Steph asks as she places a large mug in front of me and slides into the empty chair across the table with her own mug. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages. And you never texted me back.”
I shoot her an apologetic smile before taking a careful sip of the hot brew. She texted me yesterday, and I’ve yet to respond because… Well, I’ve been a little distracted.
“Sorry, Steph,” I say once I swallow the chocolatey goodness. “I’ve been balls-deep in the new book, and—”
I cut my words off. I really want to talk to her about Jesse, but I promised him I wouldn’t mention him to anyone. I know I can trust Steph. If I ask her to keep quiet, she will.
“Hey. You okay?” she asks, interrupting my thoughts. “You look funny.”
“Gee, thanks,” I sass, internally flinching at the crack in my voice.
“Seriously,” she says, cocking her head to study me. “You look flushed, and your eyes are all glassy.”
“Sorry,” I say. “Mentioning my new book made me think about the scene I’m writing, and I just spaced out for a second.”
