Page 9 of Daring Her Vampires

“Yeah.” I’m almost as bad. Turning off the car, we speed to Sally’s before she gets her door open. It’s painful, but I concede to Luca as he helps her.

“Thanks,” she says, smiling at Luca. My knuckles crack. It has to get easier. She smooths down her skirt and turns. “Coming?” she tosses over her shoulder. I share a look with Luca and follow.

There has been no point in having a home. We travel the world for our jobs, so we don’t settle anywhere. Allie has a place but is rarely there. She goes where we go. Our home is with each other. It’s surreal as we follow our mate into hers.

“Come in,” she says, unlocking the door and holding it wide. The apartment is small but comfortable. Luca prowls around the space, but I watch Sally. She turns on the television and moves to the kitchen. “Drink?” she asks. I fight my smile. “I am not on the menu.” She grins.

“Nothing, thanks,” I say, cupping my hands behind my back.

“I’m good,” Luca mutters, bending down to look at some pictures on a shelf. Sally grabs a water, walks to the end of the counter, and jumps on it. I stand across from her and stare at her.

“I’ll just say it,” she says, waving her bottle. “We want to fuck, but we won’t.” I raise my brows.

“Why?” I ask, truly interested in her reasons.

“One.” She holds up a finger. “We know nothing about each other.” A second finger goes up. “Two, I don’t think either of you can control your fangs. I’m not ready to be turned into a vampire.” The third finger flies up. “Three, the whole way here, my phone was going crazy. The news has spread through the family. I wouldn’t be surprised if they start showing up at thedoor. I didn’t look. Texting and driving is bad, but I’m sure the group text is firing away.”

“Group text,” I frown.

“Usually, I’m the one starting it, but someone must have. I’m really curious who did.” She takes a drink.

“I don’t text.” I’ve never been part of a group, so this is a mystery to me.

“What?” she gasps. “Take it back.”

“Is this a deal breaker?” I ask, trying not to laugh at her shocked expression.

“Hmm…” She taps her lip. “Are you willing to participate in the group text?”

“Do I have to?” I ask.

“Uh, yeah.”

“Can we do something else to replace texting?” I tilt my head.

“Like what?”

“We can make you come,” Luca says, and we look at him. He’s looking out the window. “We’re really good at that.” He yanks the curtains closed.

“I bet,” she mumbles.

“Perhaps you should judge for yourself,” I add, and desire mixes with her scent.

“Tempting.” She shifts, crossing her legs. “Unfortunately, that usually leads to fucking.”

“We can restrain ourselves,” I say.

“Sure,” Luca whispers, picking up a book beside the couch.

“What is your favorite color?” she asks.

“Black.” I grin.

“Same.” Luca thumbs through the pages.

“Yours?” I ask.

“All of them,” she says.