Page 116 of Love Bites

The tree in the corner of our office attested to that. Blair made sure we had all of Vamp Manor coated in Christmas décor since the day after Halloween, much to some people’s horror and others’ thrill.

It made her so happy that I took her side, every time.

If she wanted a few hundred—or thousand—trees, I’d buy the trees. And decorate them myself, if I had to.

Thankfully, I didn’t have to.

And we had so many trees in our storage that we didn’t have to buy any, so all I had to do was threaten a few Grinchy bastards to keep the complaints at a minimum.

“I’m tired of waiting. Open it,” I said.

Her smile returned, and she pulled out the paper and peered into the bag.

Her forehead creased, and I bit back a grin as she pulled out the shiny black material. Her eyes narrowed when she realized what it was, and then met mine.

“A wetsuit, Damian? I told you, I’m not wearing a damn wetsuit.”

“Take out everything else.”

Her annoyance vanished as she pulled out two printed plane tickets—I’d had to create a fake version of them online, because the tickets were digital—and a far skimpier bikini than any of the ones she owned.

She scanned the tickets, and her eyes widened before they met mine once again. “You’re taking me on vacation?”

“To the ocean,” I agreed. “I rented a beach house tucked away in a cove with its own beach, so we can swim and walk around naked to your heart’s content. The water’s cold this time of year, though, if you have the misfortune of being a vampire.”

She dropped the gift bag on the desk and threw her arms around me. When I lifted her off her feet, her legs wrapped around my waist too as she hugged me tightly. “The wetsuit is foryou?”

“Mmhm. I promised to give you a wetsuit, but I didn’t specify who would wear it.”

She laughed against my skin. “I love you, Damian.”

“I love you too, little siren.” I kissed her forehead, but she pulled my face down to hers and captured my mouth.

I was so fucking glad that she was mine.

THE END

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