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I push my hands into my pockets and let her play a few moments longer until the last bat returns to its roost.
“Okay, that is the coolest thing ever. They are so adorable. I just love them.” She sighs, and I laugh at her sweetness. She crosses her arms over her chest. “What’s so funny, Vlad?”
“Your exuberance is what’s adorable.”
A sweet smile curves her lips, and she walks toward me until her chest meets mine. “Adorable, huh?”
I cup her face and rub my thumb over her pouty bottom lip. “Mmhm.”
“Thank you for showing me. It’s wonderful.”
“I will show you everything in my power, if only to see you smile like this again.”
She smiles and stretches up to pull my head down to hers. Her lips graze mine and I groan from just the feel of her body against mine. My skin itches with the temptation to take her here in the cold, but I can’t risk her getting sick or worse.
The blush on her cheeks has me smiling back. She pulls away and searches my face like she’s never seen me before.
“Would you want to come home with me?” she asks. I blink, and she rushes on. “There’s this wedding I have to go to, andI would have been going with Chad. I mean, you probably wouldn’t want to come. It’s for my?—”
“Yes,” I blurt out.
“It’s my cousin. She’s getting married on Valentine’s Day, and yeah, you don’t have to if you don’t want. I... I just really like you and wanted to see if you could come or would even want to.” Her teeth bite down on her bottom lip in nervousness.
Unfettered joy spreads through my chest at the notion that she sees anything between us past her visit here. Excitement quickly follows from the realization I will see her part of the world and her in it.
I grip her ass and lift her, enjoying the feel of her in my arms as her legs wrap around my waist. “I want to, and I really like you too.”
She giggles and kisses my mouth, but I can sense the shyness she tries to hide. She curls into me, hugging around my neck.
“We may not have anything for our friends here, but I think I’m ready for a treat,” I whisper across the skin of her throat, willing her to relax.
Her skin lights up with goosebumps and her heart stumbles in her chest. “Treat?”
“Mmhm, I plan to eat your pussy until you cannot walk.”
Her beautiful laughter bounces, echoing against the stone walls of my home, and happiness floods me for the first time in my life.
Chapter 22
AUBREY
“Nice doggy,”I say, offering it a wary smile.
Gripping my coffee cup a little tighter, I look over the table and down at the small pug that’s growling like I am steak, and his only wish in life is to be a wolf. Obviously not a people person, then.
“Felix, you stop that right now,” his owner whisper-yells in a soft southern accent.
I stare curiously at the black-rimmed glasses atop his head and take in his outfit. A white shirt sits over a thin torso, while suspenders keep up black slacks. A tiny matching bowtie rest at his throat.
“I thought his name was Fifi?”
The man bends to pick him up and the dog quiets momentarily, his bulging, slightly misaligned eyes staring through my soul. A low sound rumbles from him again.
“Oh, it is, but it’s short for Felix,” the man says, smiling, and the dog cuts off with a low whine. “I named him after my asshole ex-husband. I’m sort of sentimental like that.” He cocks his head at me curiously. “Do you mind if we sit down? I promise Fifi is more bark than bite.”
“Not at all.” I wave at my table.
He wiggles into the chair right next to me and glances at the dog, giving him the side-eye. I adore the cute, quirky man on the spot and can’t help but laugh as he holds a hand out for me to shake after placing the dog in his lap.
