Page 51 of Ghoul Kisses

“Why are you wearing contacts?” I ask.

“So my eyes won’t turn red.”

“You’re sure trying to fit in with the human crowd,” I tease.

“Only for you, love.”

Once Eric is finished placing the contacts in his eyes, he pulls me into his arms and kisses me on the lips. He looks dark and dangerous with his hair pushed to the side. If he keeps this up, I might not be able to make it to the night club.

“You’re beautiful.” I blush at his comment.

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” I say through a flirty smile. He pinches my ass.

“Eric!” I yell. He gives me a boyish grin.

We stroll to the living room and Vanessa sits on the black leather couch. She looks stunning in her navy blue dress and blue pumps. Her brown sugar hair is curled under and her makeup is flawless.

“You ready to party birthday girl?” I ask, linking my arm with hers.

She nods.

Eric drives us to The Sound, one of the hottest clubs in West Hollywood. Outside, Jack and Mac walk toward us, and they both look handsome. Jack’s dreadlocks hang over his shoulder. His short, black shirt is tight against his biceps and his denim jeans hang low on his hips. I notice his right eye is brown instead of red. He must be wearing contacts too.

Mac gives me a hug. He has his blonde hair cut into a military style. He wears a white collared shirt and black jeans. With Eric standing next to him, they look like they work for the mob. Eric shakes his head at Mac as if they are having their own secret conversation. What the hell is that about?

Mac clears his throat before speaking.

“Happy Birthday,” he says to Vanessa. She completely ignores Mac and turns toward me. What crawled up Vanessa’s ass? Mac hasn’t done anything to her. She is snubbing him for no reason.

“You ready to go in?” Vanessa asks, her face flashes annoyance and anger.

“Hell yeah.”

Music vibrates through my body as I make my way to the bar. I yell at the bartender to give me a shot of whiskey. I down it and ask for another one.

Vanessa takes a few shots. From across the club, I see Eric chatting with Mac and Jack. Something is wrong because Eric is in a broody mood. He keeps glancing at Vanessa and me. She and I maneuver to the dance floor as the DJ plays Cheap Thrills by Sia. I swerve my hips to the sound of Sean Paul’s voice and I can feel Eric’s eyes on me as I dance. After the song ends, we move to the VIP section. One of the waitresses serves us a bottle of chilled champagne. She pours us a glass and I take little sips as the bubbles tickle my nose. I straddle Eric’s lap, the liquor buzzing through my veins is making me horny.

“Thank you for flying us out here.” I cover Eric with kisses on his face.

“No problem, love.”

“You want to dance?” I ask.

“I can only dance to ballroom music.”

“We can wait until a slow song plays, and you can show me your moves,” I tease, taking a swig of my champagne. Man, I want to get so fucking drunk. A slow song plays and I snatch Eric by the hand, leading him to the dance floor. Eric places his hand on my lower back, and I rest my head on his chest as we sway to the music. I accidently step on his feet a few times.

“You have two left feet,” he teases.

“I never said I could dance,” I say, placing my feet on his shoes. I lean my weight against his body, and he swings me around. As the slow song plays, it seems like time has stopped and it’s just the two of us. I want to hold onto this moment forever. After the dance, we walk back to the VIP section, and I sit next to Vanessa.

“Sarah, why are you with him?” Vanessa slurs her words. Anger flashes in her eyes. She must have had too much to drink, because she is being bold.

“He’s not who you think he is,” she says.

“And you are?” Eric says.

“Vanessa, calm down, and Eric, please be nice,” I say. My two favorite people shouldn’t be fighting right now. I hate this. I can’t handle this right now. I head back to the bar, and the bartender pours me a shot of Jack Daniels. Eric walks behind me.

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