Page 92 of Glitched Fates & Stolen Mates

“A list,” Kit repeated, his thumb tracing along my jaw. “Every single thing you think you might like. Everything you want to try. Send it to me tonight, in a message.”

“Oh.”

The single syllable came out strangled. Warmth flooded my face, spreading down my neck. The idea of writing down sexual acts—typing them out—made my insides flip with equal parts mortification and something else. Something that felt suspiciously like anticipation.

“Can you do that for me?” he asked softly, stroking his thumb across my cheekbone.

I swallowed hard. “Um… I can try.”

“Perfect,” he said, then began the torturous process of extracting himself from underneath me. I let him manoeuvre me sideways, suddenly feeling cold and unsteady without his warmth.

He reached for the soft throw draped across the back of the sofa, wrapping it around my shoulders. Then he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead.

I sat there, slightly stunned, watching as he straightened his rumpled cardigan and ran fingers through his dishevelled hair.

“I’ll be checking for your message,” he said, moving towards the door. Then he turned back with a wink that made my breath catch. “Don’t keep me waiting too long.”

The door clicked shut behind him, leaving me alone with my racing heart and his lingering scent on my sofa cushions.

I stared at my phone on the coffee table. A list. Of sex things. That I wanted Kit to do to me.

The thought was half thrilling—Kit reading my words, knowing exactly what I wanted—and half mortifying in a way that made me want to bury my face in the blanket and never emerge.

Another round with that vampire might be preferable.

I picked up my phone, then set it down again. How was I supposed to write a list of sexual acts when I barely knew what half of them were called? My face burned just thinking about typing the words.

But Kit’s voice echoed in my head: “Every single thing you think you might like.”

The memory of his hand between my legs, the hungry way he’d looked at me, sent a rush of heat through me again. Maybe I could figure out a few things to put on this impossible list.

There was only one way to find out.

22

Kit

I’m still waiting…

For…?

My list.

How did it go with Seb?

I’ll tell you tomorrow. I have more important things to be thinking about right now. Like this list.

I took a shower

Yeah?

Yeah

And what did you think about?

You. Obviously

Go on