Page 96 of Even Vampires Bleed
“But I’m awake now,” she says and pops her wings out, “and well.”
“I can see that,” I tell her not to take this bet.
Did I say that she could dare me to do anything and that I would rise to the bet? Yeah, this is one I’m not going to take.
Because I might have forgotten everything from my past life, but whoever I was in the past, there isn’t a single chance that I would trade the bed for the couch and makehersleep on this monstrosity that is the couch.
Even if she’s so small that there is a chance that she could actually fit on it.
No.
Not happening.
She narrows her eyes at me like she knows what I’m doing. She probably does if I’m honest with myself. I’m not really being subtle.
“You could take the bed…” she trails off.
Yeah, I saw that coming.
“Not happening. You keep the bed, I can manage with the couch,” I say.
I know this is the right thing to do, but hell if my neck doesn’t disagree with me.
“You’re hurting!” she exclaims, and I realize belatedly that I messed up.
You know when I said my neck disagreed with my mouth? Well, my mind probably did too, because I subconsciously rubbed the back of my neck with my hands when I thought that.
And it can’t be interpreted any other way.
How do I back-pedal now?
Did I just screw myself up on my own?
Shit.
“I’m okay,” I say, trying to put as much pep in my voice as I can.
And it’s true. I’m okay. I can live with a bit of pain in my neck, as long as we don’t stay here for weeks.
I can’t wait to get news from Notre Dame.
This waiting time is killing me.
Are you sure? You seem to very much enjoy your time with a certain bat-shifter…Some dark part of my mind teases me.
Okay, right. I might like spending time with her when she’s not outwardly shunning me out and avoiding me. Sue me.
But the pain in my neck is very real, too, and it would be nice if the next team could dump a mattress from the jet next time they visit.
“You’re not okay. I can see it,” Cassiopé says, and then she proceeds to drop her hands to my shoulders and starts massaging.
Did I say I was uncomfortable with my growing hard on earlier?
It was nothing compared to the pain I’m in now. Her hands are so soft and warm, but surprisingly strong against the muscles of my neck, and I’m frozen on my spot on the couch.
She climbs behind me and starts massaging some more and I can’t help the groan that escapes me.
I’m doing all I can to hide my very, very hard cock, but I can’t control the sounds that come out from me, it seems.
