Page 107 of Even Vampires Bleed

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But it’s worse. I’m worse.

Because the long pillow between us? It all but disappeared.

And me? I’m plastered against Léandre, one leg between his, an arm around his torso, holding onto his side, and half of my upper body is sprawled on top of him.

I try to wriggle out of my position, but Léandre’s arm tightens around my hip.

Because I might not be the only one clutching the other like some plushie that would help sleeping better.

Léandre’s hand is burning against my skin and…

Wait.

Against my skin?

I went to sleep in my sleeping shorts and a large shirt. Léandre’s hand shouldn’t be against my skin, especially not the skin of my hip.

And now it feels like I’m trapped against him.

I wriggle again and try to slip under his hand.

The goal is to get closer to him, to be able to get out of his embrace.

A shame.

Some part of me would very much like to stay in his arms for hours, but he probably doesn’t know what he is doing. Things done in our sleep cannot always be explained.

I definitely can explain how I ended up sprawled on Léandre, though. I miss him. I miss touching him. I miss kissing him.

So, it’s not surprising that in my sleep I would clutch him like I’m a barnacle.

I have no idea why he would tuck me to him, though.

I manage to move a bit on the side, and Léandre moans as his arm follows my movement.

Shoot! I stuck myself closer to him.

Wait.

Why did he moan?

That’s when I feel it—his hard cock pressing against the inside of my thigh.

In my haste to get out of his embrace, I didn’t think about what could be on the way.

And that was a terrible mistake, because it’s now all I can feel.

Well, this and the grip of his fingers around my hip.

It feels as if he is daring me to get away now.

I take a silent breath and listen to his heart.

It’s loud but calm.

He’s still sleeping, and yet I feel like he doesn’t want to let go of whoever he is dreaming about.

There’s a pinch in my heart at the thought that he is dreaming about someone else. If I was the one he dreamed about, surely he would have tried something with me by now.