Page 99 of Even Vampires Bleed
“Not even on my dead body will you sleep on the couch,” Léandre counters.
I narrow my eyes on him.
“Don’t joke about death.”
He must see something in my eyes, because he raises his hands in surrender.
“Alright, no death joke. That still doesn’t change the fact I’m not letting you sleep on the couch.”
“Then sleep in the bed with me,” I tell him, and I have no idea where this came from because that’s the last thing I want.
I’m a freaking liar. I still love his body, and I miss the warmth of him against me, even if I know I shouldn’t want this.
“What?” Léandre sputters his mouth, eyes opening wide at the outrage, and with just that single word, I know I reallyshouldn’twant this.
“Yeah, bad idea,” I try to backpedal as much as I can now that I’ve seen his reaction.
“Let’s make a deal,” Léandre says, and I’m scared of what he’s about to say, but I still nod. “I’ll sleep with you in the bed when I can’t stand the couch anymore, not before. How does that work for you?”
I can see from the way he’s looking at me that in his mind, there isn’t a chance on earth this is going to happen, and my heart does a weird jump that I don’t really understand. It feels like a mix of both relief and disappointment.
Fuck you, heart.
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Ihate the way I reacted to Cassiopé’s proposition. I was shocked, and all that left my mouth was a stupid “What?” that I wanted to retract immediately after saying it.
Or at least until she countered with two simple words.Bad idea.
I can read it on her face. She truly believes this would be a bad idea.
I shouldn’t be surprised, though. She’s been nothing but cold to me since I met her again in the Sacré Coeur church. Why would I think she would think differently of me?
Maybe I was stupid to think that since she had been nice and actually talking to me since she woke up earlier today, then it meant that we would have a chance.
I mean… at least in friendship, even if it’s not what my cock can’t stop thinking about.
In a way, she isn’t wrong. Being in the same bed as her would be like torture, because all I want to do is bury my nose in the crook of her neck and my cock in her cunt.
And I know if she shared the bed with me, it would be purely for my physical health. Again, I don’t think she could have been clearer that she wasn’t interested after the way she reacted to grabbing my cock on accident. It looked like she had either been burned or had been touching something poisonous.
It wasn’t very good for my ego, but I couldn’t let her see that, so I joked about it.
I’m not sure my mental health would survive if I sleep in the same bed as her, and yet I can’t lose myself in her.
I’d need longer showers. I’d probably need for those to happen more often, too.
So, my best idea to let her down softly and avoid her making me sleep in this bed is to make a deal.
I’ll sleep in the bed when I can’t stand the couch anymore.
But even if it happens—and to be honest, I’m already starting to hate that damn thing—I won’t tell her. But she doesn’t need to know.
And I have a plan.
There are only four days left before someone arrives to bring us food. There are only four days until I can ask whoever will visit us that on their next visit they bring an extra mattress.
