Page 7 of Still Singing To My Heart

“Umm… The magic doesn’t cancel out science. Magic and science are lovers,” Jonah teased.

“That’s gonna be your next song,” I laughed, and hip bumped him as the B&B came into view.

It had a cozy log cabin vibe going on or at least as cozy as a big three-story log cabin could have. Still, it felt cozy to me. The path leading up to it was paved with grey and blue stones. Flowers of every color grew along the edges of the path on both sides. Jonah squeezed my hand as we approached the cabin. The smell of bacon and eggs wafted from inside as we stepped onto the cabin’s big, wraparound porch.

“Think their bacon will be crispy enough for you?” I teased Jonah.

“Hey! That’s what you get for eavesdropping so hard! I had to make him talk about something before you picked up on the fact I thought you were pregnant or that I was planning a getaway for us. I didn’t want to tell you about my idea in case it didn’t work out.”

“Well, I’m glad it did and you didn’t hurt the kids’ feelings in the process. I thought the bacon was fine.”

“I did too. He’s the one who wants it burnt,” Jonah laughed and pointed at his chest.

“You’re one and the same,” I rolled my eyes playfully.

Inside we were greeted by two cheerful men behind the reception desk. They were both tall elves with long, crimson hair tucked behind their pointy ears. I opened my mouth, almost asking about my parents, but decided against it. If I got to thinking about them too hard, the weekend would be a somber one and I wanted to have fun and relax as badly as Jonah did. The men introduced themselves but I was so lost in thought that their names went in one ear and out the other as Jonah checked us in. They ran down a long list of B&B activities, but I didn’t think we’d attend any of them. I didn’t want to tend to anything that wasn’t a naked Jonah now that the fact we were really going to have some actual alone time sunk in.

They didn’t give us a key, only directions to our room. Jonah shouldered our bags as we walked hand-in-hand down the long corridor. The carpet was dark green, and the walls were as blue as the sky. The ceiling matched the walls except for the fluffy white clouds someone must’ve put a crick in their neck to paint up there. The doors were all different colors as if someone painted them all at different times. It would’ve been tacky in a lot of places, but here it only added to the cozy vibes. Our door was a deep, rich orange with our names on a little plaque.

“Jonah and Blake Knight-Darnell,” Jonah read our names aloud.

“I still love how our names sound together,” I said and opened the door.

Inside, wasn’t just a room, but a suite. The living room was huge with big picture windows overlooking a lake that I didn’t even know was there before I saw it. Jonah put our bags behind the black leather sofa and kicked off his shoes. Following his lead, I took off my shoes and shirt.

“Well, keep going,” he smirked as my shirt hit the floor. “I like a show.”

“You put on the shows,” I teased. “I only watch from backstage.”

“Nah,” he shook his head and leaned his palms against the back of the sofa. “It’s your turn to put on the show.”

“What show is that?” I said, running my hands over my abs and chest.

“The one where I watch you get naked,” he said, bringing his hungry gaze to mine.

“I think you’ve seen that one before. It’d only be a rerun,” I said, tugging off my socks.

“Maybe not,” he shook his head.

“You’ve definitely seen that one before,” I laughed.

“Not here, I haven’t. Besides, what if it’s my favorite show?” Jonah leapt over the back of the sofa to sit on it.

“Don’t break their couch,” I shook a finger at him.

“Made for dragons,” he slapped it and raked his gaze down my body.

Goosebumps rose on my flesh. Who knew how many times Jonah had seen me naked? Who knew how many times he watched me undress? Still, sometimes his gaze made me flustered and put on the spot. I loved it. I reveled in my shaking hands, excited to undo my fly and show myself off to him. I took my time undoing my fly and sliding my pants off. I took even longer teasing him by playing with the hem of my boxer briefs.

When I was finally naked, the scent of his hunger filled the room, and my fangs tickled my gums wanting to come out and play too. I didn’t drink from Jonah often. I always wanted him to preserve his energy just in case he needed it. Still, sometimes, fanged biting happened, and Jonah never minded. He beckoned me to him with the wave of a finger and I crawled onto the sofa between his legs and looked up at him. He looked like a cocky king perched on the back of the sofa.

“King, huh?” he smirked picking up my thoughts over our mating link.

“King of my heart,” I nodded, sinking onto my knees.

“Who’s trying to write cheesy song lyrics now?” he asked, trailing his long, nimble fingers over my cheek.

“You’ve rubbed off on me,” I laughed.

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