Page 42 of Vampire Lee

“Great.” She picked up her pizza again only to roll her shoulders. “I’m antsy. Murrie was antsy too. I think that’s why he went into town.”

“Getting laid helps. Maybe I should head into town too.” Rei grinned, and Hanna huffed.

“You’re in a monogamous relationship, remember? You and Vampire Lee forever.” She formed her hands into a heart, and Lee snorted a laugh before he grabbed his plate and got to his feet.

“And with those words, I think I’ll go check on my bed partner.”

“Bring him some food. He was hungry before he freaked out.” Devin motioned at the stack of clean plates. Freaked out. Was it Lee’s talk about the garden center that had done it? He’d only wanted to do something nice, make him happy.

Shit.

He placed two slices of pizza on the plate and headed for the stairs. As he reached the third floor, he first peeked into Dillon’s room. It was empty. The door to the room they’d been sleeping in was closed, but when he tried the handle, it opened.

Dillon was on the bed, staring out the window where the sun was starting to set.

“Hi.” Lee spoke softly. “I brought you some food.”

Dillon turned to look at him, hesitated for a moment, then met his gaze. Lee smiled, more pleased than he should’ve been.

“Why don’t you eat some, and I’ll hit the shower.”

Dillon nodded and took the plate when Lee offered it to him.

In the bathroom, Lee tore off his clothes and stepped into the spray. He washed efficiently and wrapped a towel around himself when he was done. He’d left his bag of clothes in the room and walked out to grab a pair of underwear. He could feel Dillon’s gaze on him but forced himself not to look in his direction.

Once he had a pair of trunks, he stepped into the bathroom again but didn’t close the door. He dropped the towel, put on his underwear, and headed into the room.

Dillon was still sitting on the bed, the plate empty. Good. He hadn’t piled food on it, and Dillon needed to eat more, but it was better than nothing.

Crawling over the bed, he took the plate from his hands and placed it on the bedside table. “Come on.” He stretched out on his back.

“Come on?”

Lee held out his arms and motioned with his hands for Dillon to come closer.

“What are you doing?” He kept his gaze glued to Lee’s chest, which made him want to growl. There had been eye contact earlier.

“Cuddling.”

“You’re cuddling?” There was a faint trail of amusement in his voice, and it made Lee grin.

“I want to be cuddling. I’ve missed cuddling all day, but someone is holding out on me.”

“You can’t come in here and—”

Lee grabbed him and tugged, not violently and not fast.

“Hey!” Dillon pushed at him but fell over, and Lee hauled him against him.

“See, much better.” He ran his hand over Dillon’s back on top of his shirt. “You smell nice, like shower and sunshine.”

Dillon held completely still. “What?”

Lee dipped his head to nuzzle him when Dillon’s hands shot out and an unholy scream filled the room.

Shit. “Shh.” He cradled Dillon’s head against his chest, but

the scream didn’t die down, and Lee glanced at the door. Would the others rush in and get the wrong idea of what he was doing? “Shh, sweetheart. I’m sorry. So, so sorry. I didn’t think.” He kneaded the tense muscles in Dillon’s back, gently rocking them both. Fuck, he was stupid.

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