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Story: Ache For Her
“I can’t believe you’re still here,” she said when she caught my gaze.
I narrowed my eyes at her. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. Sometimes I feel like it was all just a dream. An awful one…maybe…but with a silver lining too.”
“Silver?” I scoffed. “I’d say yours is rimmed in gold.”
She smirked. “I don’t care about the money.” She stood from the bed and moved closer, linking her arm with mine. “This is what I care about.”
I leaned down and kissed her on the temple. “Where to, Miss Carstairs?”
Her eyebrows raised. “Carstairs?”
“Well, you can’t keep the name Greene anymore, right? I thought you might take my given name.”
Her eyes lit. “Simon Carstairs. I had no idea that was your last name.”
“I’m a vampire. I don’t need a last name,” I said, whispering in her ear.
She chuckled. “I suppose. You could be like Prince and just go by a symbol.”
“There’s nothing menacing about a symbol.”
She reached up and kissed me on the cheek. “There’s nothing menacing about you either.”
My steps faltered. “Now I know you didn’t just say that.”
She nodded. “It’s true. You’re about as ferocious as a butterfly.”
We were out in the hallway now, walking toward the rest of our lives. I pushed her down an intersecting hall and pulled the handle on the closest door I could find. We stepped into an empty patient room, and I pushed Delilah right into the bathroom and slid the lock closed. Turning, I found her smiling at me from ear-to-ear. I pressed her against the tiled wall, letting my body once again feel the feeling of wanting her. She’d been so fractured before, but now I felt as if I could have her without hurting her. “I’m about to show you how ferocious I can be.”
She squealed in delight as I lifted her into my arms. The squeal died on her lips when I forced my hips forward. Carefully, I placed her hand over my shoulder. “Don’t hurt me,” she said, fear lacing her voice.
“I’ll never hurt you.”
She looked up at me, her own eyes filling with emotion. Tipping my head forward, I brushed my lips with hers. That was all I needed to ignite the fire inside me.
Delilah Carstairs was mine. Forever.
I narrowed my eyes at her. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. Sometimes I feel like it was all just a dream. An awful one…maybe…but with a silver lining too.”
“Silver?” I scoffed. “I’d say yours is rimmed in gold.”
She smirked. “I don’t care about the money.” She stood from the bed and moved closer, linking her arm with mine. “This is what I care about.”
I leaned down and kissed her on the temple. “Where to, Miss Carstairs?”
Her eyebrows raised. “Carstairs?”
“Well, you can’t keep the name Greene anymore, right? I thought you might take my given name.”
Her eyes lit. “Simon Carstairs. I had no idea that was your last name.”
“I’m a vampire. I don’t need a last name,” I said, whispering in her ear.
She chuckled. “I suppose. You could be like Prince and just go by a symbol.”
“There’s nothing menacing about a symbol.”
She reached up and kissed me on the cheek. “There’s nothing menacing about you either.”
My steps faltered. “Now I know you didn’t just say that.”
She nodded. “It’s true. You’re about as ferocious as a butterfly.”
We were out in the hallway now, walking toward the rest of our lives. I pushed her down an intersecting hall and pulled the handle on the closest door I could find. We stepped into an empty patient room, and I pushed Delilah right into the bathroom and slid the lock closed. Turning, I found her smiling at me from ear-to-ear. I pressed her against the tiled wall, letting my body once again feel the feeling of wanting her. She’d been so fractured before, but now I felt as if I could have her without hurting her. “I’m about to show you how ferocious I can be.”
She squealed in delight as I lifted her into my arms. The squeal died on her lips when I forced my hips forward. Carefully, I placed her hand over my shoulder. “Don’t hurt me,” she said, fear lacing her voice.
“I’ll never hurt you.”
She looked up at me, her own eyes filling with emotion. Tipping my head forward, I brushed my lips with hers. That was all I needed to ignite the fire inside me.
Delilah Carstairs was mine. Forever.