My Midnight Moonlight Valentine (My Midnight Moonlight Valentine 1)

“Do you desire to be my mate right now? Or do you desire to just be a woman in my bed.” Now he asked? He had all but declared it done, but now that I was ready to sleep with him, he was asking me these questions. I desire the former.

“I just,” I started to say but then became annoyed. “Why did you kill the moment?”

“Because lust is fleeting, and mating is forever, young one.” He cupped the side of my face, his thumb brushing my lips. “I would gladly take you here and now, but afterward, should I see regret, or should you pull away, I will not know what to do. Instead, let us talk of you. I have shared much. I wish to know of you. All I know is your love for art and that you were alone.”

“That’s pretty much it.” I tried to move off him, but he didn’t let go.

“Doubt it.”

“I should go shower and get ready,” I told him.

“You are trying to run from me or from telling me of your past?”

Annoyed, I glared at him. “Both, but whose fault is that?”

He leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Yours for not saying yes to being my mate.”

My jaw set, and my hand balled into a fist. I wanted to strangle him a bit, but this time I pushed away and got up myself.

“Druella?”

“What?” I snapped when I was on my feet, and he still just sat there, grinning up at me as I glared down at him. “What?”

“I’m enjoying eternity with you already,” he said.

I said nothing and tried to find my escape from the crazy rush of emotions that flooded me from every direction. I moved over to the sea of shopping bags I still hadn’t unpacked and looked in them for the right one before glancing around for the restroom. However, Theseus wasn’t letting me escape. In an instant, he was beside me, his lips by my ear, pointing forward.

“The shower is behind there.”

“Thank you,” I muttered and ran, closing the door behind me quickly. Closing my eyes, I rested on the door.

Lucy had said I was playing with him, but I felt like he was playing with me. And I was falling into his hands easily.

Chapter 15

There weren’t many occasions I could think of that required me to wear a floor-length gown. In fact, my high school prom was the last I could remember. So, I didn’t have much experience in formalwear. However, I was positive the one I had on was probably the best I had ever worn in my life. It was made of champagne-colored silk, in a style similar to that of a Greek goddess, V-cut in the front, not too deep, just enough that you could see the mounds of my breast without exposing too much, with an X cut in the back, exposing my smooth brown skin. It fit me like it was made for me and flowed to the grown, covering my feet. The shop had displayed golden, high-heel-like gladiator sandals that stopped at my ankle with wings on the front as well as bangles and even hair decorations. It was for all of these reasons that Lucy had insisted I buy the entire set. I told her I had no idea where I would wear it, but she said if there were anything vampires loved, it was a ball. And I’d most likely need one. She was right, just much sooner than I thought.

I fluffed my curls a bit more. I was so used to keeping them up that I wasn’t really sure what to do with them, or how to put the decorations in. So, I just left it down and held back a few strands by my ears with the pins.

Despite all the randomness and the little effort I put in, it looked beautiful. That was one of the strangest things about being a vampire; I always knew I looked beautiful to others. However, feeling beautiful was a completely different thing. If I were human, I would be worried about my breath or if I was shaved or waxed. But when I was still human—or unknowingly a witch—I made a habit of waxing and shaving every inch of my body. I just didn’t like being hairy; there was enough hair on the top of my head. Because of that, when I was reborn, my skin was hairless. The way we died was the way we came back. If I were to cut off all my hair now, the next day, it would grow back to the same exact length I had it at when I had died. However we changed, it only lasted a day before reverting back. So, I was grateful for my old habit; I could not imagine having to shave everywhere every twenty-four hours.

“It really is nice,” I whispered, shivering at how nice the silk felt against my skin. I hadn’t realized how comfortable I had gotten with the rough feel of cotton. This felt like I was wearing nothing at all.

Was that why he wanted me to wear it.

“May I see?” he asked, obviously hearing me despite how low I had whispered. “Or shall you never come out to face me again.”

“You think very highly of yourself, Mr. Thorbørn. I wasn’t avoiding you. I was in love with the shower. It stays hot, so I could stay in longer,” I replied and rolled my eyes as I opened the door.

He stood near the edge of the bed on the opposite side of the waterfall across the room, the city lights behind him. My view of was him was distorted by the water. But I could tell he was wearing 1920s-era formal dress. The jacket was high with tails in the back. It had white collars and a vest, along with the white bow tie. His wavy black hair was tussled, which upended the look a bit. He’d even shaved off his five o’clock shadow. He looked dashing like a prince or some great lord.

“I regret not taking my chance when it was offered,” he spoke, drawing my attention to his face, his eyes staring only at my body.

A sense of pride filled me, knowing he meant it. I didn’t understand my emotions for and toward him, but I wasn’t going to figure it out now.

“Is that code for you like it?” I asked, glancing down at my dress.

“That word like is not strong enough,” he said, offering his hand, and I took it. Instead of kissing it, he brought me closer and put his hand on my waist. “Aphrodite would weep in jealousy of your beauty.”