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his throat, our lips collided with a passion that I feared would incinerate us both.  His tongue lapped up the residue of his own blood where it coated the inside of my mouth and I felt an explosive heat rising inside me, pouring through me to pool where our bodies met between my legs.
    Knock, knock, knock.
    “Ridley, I’m home,” my mother’s voice called from behind the door across the room, the door that led to Izzy’s bedroom.
    Bo stilled against me, turning his head away from mine so that I could quietly draw a huge gulp of air into my burning lungs.  It was saturated with the scent of my mother’s blood, but it no longer affected me like it had only minutes before.  Bo had seen to that.  Once again, he’d swept in to save the day.
    Bo leaned back to look at me, desire still burning in his eyes, hot and smoky.  He released his hold on me and let my legs fall slowly down the outsides of his thighs until my feet touched the floor. 
    I could tell that he was as shaken as I was.  It was becoming apparent that we were going to have a difficult time keeping our hands off each other, even more so now that I was a vampire.  Bo had never told me that there were other pleasures associated with drinking blood.
     “Ridley?  Can you hear me?”
    I cleared my throat.  “Yeah, Mom, I can hear you.”
    “How did it go at Sebastian’s?”
    “Fine.”
    “Did he ask you back again?  To sit for him, I mean?”
    “Um, we didn’t really talk about it, but I’m sure I’ll end up going back over there.”
    “Good. I’d hate for you to mess up an opportunity like that.”
    His face still inches from mine, Bo grinned.  My knees turned to mush and I smiled in return.  Oh, how I loved him!
    “I won’t mess it up, Mom.”
    “Alright.  I’m going to bed.”
    “G’night.”
    “Night.”
    I listened as she walked through Izzy’s room toward the door that led out into the hall.  A little pang of sadness stabbed at my heart when I heard her pause.  I imagined that she was looking around the room, painfully remembering her other daughter for the millionth time.  Finally, she moved on, her footsteps fading as she made her way down the hall to her own bedroom.
    That needle of reality punctured the balloon of passion Bo and I had occupied, leaving me feeling morose and deflated.  I was still staring at the other bathroom door when Bo raised his fingers to my forehead.  He rubbed them soothingly across the deep frown I could feel crouching between my brows.
    “Don’t worry.  We’ll figure this out,” he whispered, as if he could somehow sense what was plaguing me.  In his eyes was love and assurance.
    “She can’t lose another daughter.”
    “I know.”
    “But obviously my being here is out of the question, at least for a while.”
    “Maybe you could ‘house sit’ for Sebastian.  Skip school the next couple of days and see how the weekend goes.  It will get easier.  I promise.”
    I tried to smile, but I knew that it was a weak attempt.  Truthfully, his idea did seem like a stroke of genius and I did appreciate it, but I think we both knew my enthusiasm was sub-par at the moment.
    Bo drew me gently into his arms and held me—held me until the bathroom was full of steam, held me until the tremors I hadn’t even been aware of had stopped, held me until some small amount of peace had made its way back into my heart.
    When it seemed a respectable amount of time had passed, he released me and stepped back to turn off the shower.
    “Why don’t you pack a bag and we’ll take it over to Sebastian’s tonight.  We can come back for your car later, after you call your mom and tell her that you’ll be staying at Sebastian’s.  Sound good?”
    I nodded and we exited the bathroom. Bo sat on the bed while I rifled through my closet.
    My head was clear enough of the dark cloud of thirst to allow the thousands of worries that beleaguered me to swarm my mind all at once.  As I packed my things, it seemed