The second after she slammed
the door, he’d called out that they needed to talk about the mission. She called back
that they could do it in the morning. Then she’d dropped into bed.
Even five hours later, remembering the way he’d looked at her—at her feet for God’s
sake—made her feel all fluttery inside. Now, as the sound of water from the shower
filled her head, so did images. Her mind went to him standing under a steamy spray
of water. And she had the oddest desire to see his naked feet. And other things.
She groaned and pressed her palms into her eyes. Why couldn’t he be ugly?
Taking a deep breath of resolve, she told herself to get over it. Besides, today was
a new day. Slipping out of bed, she brushed her hair, and adjusted her bra. Feeling
a tiny bit more in control, she went into the living room to wait her turn in the
bathroom. She needed to brush her teeth, and they had to go over the plans for their
mission. Then they needed to go do what they had to do. Catch themselves some bad
vampires.
She didn’t have time to think about how hot Steve was, or how his kiss had melted
her insides like butter on a steaming ear of corn. It was time to think about kicking
rogue vampire butt, not Steve’s cute butt.
Drumming her fingers on the top of her knees, she saw the file they had to go over
with their instructions sitting on the sofa. She really didn’t need to review it.
She’d read it a dozen times and memorized it. Because vamps could read a lie in a
person’s heartbeat, they’d come up with a form of the truth that hopefully wouldn’t
read as a lie. She, Della Tsang, had been turned vampire and was sent to a special
boarding school. She wasn’t big on the school’s rules, so she and her friend Steve
the shape-shifter had run off. But due to the known difficulties of obtaining blood
for her, they had decided to join a gang.
The bathroom door squeaked open, and Steve walked out. He was … he was half naked,
and bam, she was back to thinking about his cute butt. And … her gaze lowered. He
had socks on.
For some odd reason, she recalled that someone had told her that Steve was already
eighteen. He looked eighteen, probably a year older than Della. Muscles rippled over
his chest and arms. She knew he worked out, but most of what he had appeared natural.
Her breath caught in her throat for a second. She’d seen him swimming and without
a shirt, but something about seeing all that bare skin and him being freshly showered
brought back the flutters. Brought back the memory of his kiss and of how his warm
hands had felt in the curve of her waist.
He met her gaze and smiled as if somehow reading her mind. Moving to the chair, he
slipped on a dark green T-shirt. Thank goodness .
“You ready to go over everything?” he asked.
“Need to brush my teeth .” Need to find my self-control and I’m pretty sure it’s in the toilet. She popped up and ran to the bathroom. When she came back three minutes later, she’d
taken her frustration out on her teeth. There wasn’t a speck of plaque on her pearly
whites. And while she didn’t find her self-control in the potty, she’d given herself
a good talking-to about not acting like some hormone-crazed teen.
Sure she was a teen, and probably hormone crazed, but she didn’t need to act like
it.
Steve had the open file in his lap when she moved to the living room. She sat down
on the opposite side of the sofa and he started going over the info.
She didn’t tell him she already knew it because he might need to hear it. Five minutes
later, he closed the file. “Okay, the thing to remember is if they insist I leave,
I’ll shift and hang around. I won’t leave you.”
Della cut her eyes to him. “Heartwarming, but if they insist you leave, I’ll be fine.
I can take care of myself. Besides, they know you’re a shifter, Steve. Don’t do anything
that will ruin this.”
“I
the door, he’d called out that they needed to talk about the mission. She called back
that they could do it in the morning. Then she’d dropped into bed.
Even five hours later, remembering the way he’d looked at her—at her feet for God’s
sake—made her feel all fluttery inside. Now, as the sound of water from the shower
filled her head, so did images. Her mind went to him standing under a steamy spray
of water. And she had the oddest desire to see his naked feet. And other things.
She groaned and pressed her palms into her eyes. Why couldn’t he be ugly?
Taking a deep breath of resolve, she told herself to get over it. Besides, today was
a new day. Slipping out of bed, she brushed her hair, and adjusted her bra. Feeling
a tiny bit more in control, she went into the living room to wait her turn in the
bathroom. She needed to brush her teeth, and they had to go over the plans for their
mission. Then they needed to go do what they had to do. Catch themselves some bad
vampires.
She didn’t have time to think about how hot Steve was, or how his kiss had melted
her insides like butter on a steaming ear of corn. It was time to think about kicking
rogue vampire butt, not Steve’s cute butt.
Drumming her fingers on the top of her knees, she saw the file they had to go over
with their instructions sitting on the sofa. She really didn’t need to review it.
She’d read it a dozen times and memorized it. Because vamps could read a lie in a
person’s heartbeat, they’d come up with a form of the truth that hopefully wouldn’t
read as a lie. She, Della Tsang, had been turned vampire and was sent to a special
boarding school. She wasn’t big on the school’s rules, so she and her friend Steve
the shape-shifter had run off. But due to the known difficulties of obtaining blood
for her, they had decided to join a gang.
The bathroom door squeaked open, and Steve walked out. He was … he was half naked,
and bam, she was back to thinking about his cute butt. And … her gaze lowered. He
had socks on.
For some odd reason, she recalled that someone had told her that Steve was already
eighteen. He looked eighteen, probably a year older than Della. Muscles rippled over
his chest and arms. She knew he worked out, but most of what he had appeared natural.
Her breath caught in her throat for a second. She’d seen him swimming and without
a shirt, but something about seeing all that bare skin and him being freshly showered
brought back the flutters. Brought back the memory of his kiss and of how his warm
hands had felt in the curve of her waist.
He met her gaze and smiled as if somehow reading her mind. Moving to the chair, he
slipped on a dark green T-shirt. Thank goodness .
“You ready to go over everything?” he asked.
“Need to brush my teeth .” Need to find my self-control and I’m pretty sure it’s in the toilet. She popped up and ran to the bathroom. When she came back three minutes later, she’d
taken her frustration out on her teeth. There wasn’t a speck of plaque on her pearly
whites. And while she didn’t find her self-control in the potty, she’d given herself
a good talking-to about not acting like some hormone-crazed teen.
Sure she was a teen, and probably hormone crazed, but she didn’t need to act like
it.
Steve had the open file in his lap when she moved to the living room. She sat down
on the opposite side of the sofa and he started going over the info.
She didn’t tell him she already knew it because he might need to hear it. Five minutes
later, he closed the file. “Okay, the thing to remember is if they insist I leave,
I’ll shift and hang around. I won’t leave you.”
Della cut her eyes to him. “Heartwarming, but if they insist you leave, I’ll be fine.
I can take care of myself. Besides, they know you’re a shifter, Steve. Don’t do anything
that will ruin this.”
“I
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