“I love you,” said Jonathon.
I jumped, startled at the
“You startled me,” I said regaining my breath, “And I love you too.” I said looking up into the glorious face of Jonathon.
“You’re so peaceful and absolutely adorable when you sleep.” he murmured sexily against my ear. A shiver ran down my spine at the sound of his husky voice and Italian accent.
“Are you cold?” he asked loosening his grip.
“No, I’m perfect.” I said grabbing his arms and wrapping them around me tighter.
“Are you sure? I don’t want you to be too cold.”
“Don’t worry Jonathon, I’m not cold. I wish we could lie here all day in each other’s arms.”
“As wonderful and tempting as that sounds we have a poetry reading and art show to go to.” He said.
“I know.” I whispered letting my body melt into the curve of his.
His soft, cold, stone lips brushed against my cheek teasing me. I lifted my head up and kissed him on the lips. He returned my kiss, deepening it. It felt like my soul was singing, like my entire body was a live wire.
I put my right hand on his cheek. He moaned as he pulled away. It felt too soon, I didn’t want him to stop kissing me.
We were both breathing heavy, as if we had run a marathon.
“Do we have to stop?” I asked mournfully.
“I’m afraid so, we have company,” he said glancing at the still closed door.
Right on que the door to my room opened up and in walked Mason.
“Hey, lovebirds,” He said.
“What do you want?” I asked rather harshly. But after his comment last night he deserved it. Mason appeared taken aback.
“I’m not here to make fun of your nonexistent sex life. Amelia is back and wanted to know if you wanted a report on your mom before you guys leave for the day. She’s grabbing some blood and heading back to your house. So, if you want a report you have to get down there now,” Mason said.
“Oh, thanks. I’m sorry about my uh . . . tone earlier,” I said.
“It’s okay. I deserved it. I was a jerk last night so . . . I’m . . . uh . . . sorry,” He said.
“Apology accepted.” I said. He gave a small smile and I could tell he was relieved.
Mason left closing the door behind him.
“Wow, he must feel really bad. He has never apologized for anything.”
“Well he should. But how do they know that we’re going out today?” I asked. Jonathon laughed so hard I thought that I was going to vibrate out of his arms.
“Stop laughing,” I said hitting his arm but he didn’t even feel it; I caused more damage to myself.
“I’m sorry,” he said trying to contain his hysterics, “But the fact that you don’t know how they know what we’re doing is hilarious. This is a house full of vampires with insanely good hearing and can somewhat read minds. You can’t hide anything from them. Oh, by the way they love your idea of the racing. They can’t wait,” He said finally able to stop his laughing.
“I guess that was a stupid question,” I said embarrassed.
“No, it’s not. This is all new to you. It’s not something you can learn or remember over night,” Jonathon said.
“I guess we should get out of bed and get dressed. I want to know how my mom is doing.”