Page 84 of Vameer

Either I turn around and find… no one. And this has all been a dream.

Or I turn around and…

Clenching my fists, I spin.

And…

My heart races.

Because he is here.

My eyes lift. Up and up. Until they connect with his.

The vampire from the cave.

The man from my mirror.

The force inside my chest.

His gaze is on mine. And it’s… everything.

The black of his eyes is endless. An infinite galaxy, focused just on me.

He’s not lying down like the first time I saw him.

He’s not leaned toward a mirror.

He’s here. Standing up straight. To his full, incredibly tall height.

The top of my head barely reaches his chest. He’s two feet taller than me. With shiny black horns that make him even taller.

My palms throb with the urge to grip his horn again. To grip both of them.

I drag my gaze down.

His lips are slightly parted, the exact color muted in the dark apartment. Just like in the cave. But I can see more of him than ever before.

His distinct brow. Masculine cheekbones. The short beard I’ve imagined touching.

My gaze moves to his dark hair that’s at least as long as mine.

When I touched it earlier, it was so soft. Smooth. Seeming so at odds with his obvious roughness.

His strength.

His hair hangs over shoulders so wide that I’m surprised he fit through the door.

And his heat… It just rolls off him. And it feels good.

I recognize it as the heat that has filled me since we first locked eyes.

Since my heart stopped. And restarted.

I look at the thick column of his throat.

And I have to know.

My fingers shake as I reach my hand up between us.