Page 43 of The HalloQueen

I felt his grin behind me, “Like Frasier.”

He rinsed my hair again and settled his head down into my shoulder, holding me, “thank you,amour.”

I turned in his grasp, “for what?”

He shrugged as if he was embarrassed, looking like a model with his wet chocolate hair slicked back and dripping onto his shoulders, “I have been alone a very long time. I have missed having someone to talk to, to take care of.”

“A year isn’t so bad. Especially not to an immortal, right? Like, the time they’ve been gone is probably a drop in the bucket isn’t it?” I say casually.

Thomas smiled sadly, “non, it feels like the hundreds of years we were together flew by in an instant and this past year has been slower than a melting icecap.”

I leaned into his chest, loving the combination of his hard body and the hot water sluicing over us, “well, at least mortals have sped that up for you.”

His chest shook and slapped my ass playfully, “just accept my thanks, and let's go get some food in you.”

“I promise I’m not hungry, you didn’t need to order groceries and stuff. I usually don’t eat until after lunchtime other than some coffee. We can just watch some more tv or whatever?”

“Well, I can’t eat, so you will.”

“That seems bossy of you.”

He arched his perfectly defined brow.

“Yeah, yeah, vampire. Come on, Frenchie.” I reached to turn the faucet off and pushed the valve back down with my foot before opening the eggplant-colored brocade curtain.

I grabbed a fluffy towel from the hook and began drying myself and noticed that he was still standing, dripping in the tub with a stupid smile on his face, resting his forearms against the round pipe holding the curtain. I furrowed my brow and reached behind me, handing him another towel, “what?”

“You’re a goddess. Positively perfect.”

I blushed, noting his delicious lean muscles and tapered waist, trying to make sure not to stare at his junk with him watching me so intently. I knew it’d just been inside of me, but manners existed for a reason. “I’m going to go get dressed.” I scurried off towards my room and grabbed a pair of black bike shorts, a basic soft t-shirt, and a wireless bra.

Thomas came in, towel drying his long hair as I was leaning over the bed to grab the bralette. “You don’t need to wear that today, you are taking the day off. Fuck, you can just remain naked and stay in bed and I’ll bring you whatever you desire.”

Shrugging, I answered, “it hurts my back if I don’t wear anything. They need some kind of support.”

He gave me that lopsided grin of his again, “I have hands,mon coeur. I will take on the burden of supporting them all day if I must.”

I laughed loudly, “while I appreciate the offer, I am fine, thank you.”

He jumped into his low-slung jeans, shaking his hips slightly to adjust the fit, and shrugged back, “I’m just going to take it off you. I have plans.”

I dropped the bra and placed my hands on my hips, “Plans, huh?”

“Oui.” He closed the distance between us and cupped my heavy breasts, lifting them and relaxing my back, before leaning down and pulling each nipple into his mouth in turn. “Leave it off,” he growled against my skin.

Pushing playfully at his shoulders, I gave an exasperated sigh and put it back in my drawer before pulling my shirt quickly over my head, noticing immediately how his eyes tracked the bounce of my unrestrained breasts. “Happy now?”

Thomas grinned and I noted that he didn’t have any vampy-like teeth, “very.”

I cocked my head and opened my mouth, using my fingers to mimic fangs, “where’s the weaponry?”

“Quoi?”

“You don’t have fangs. How do you drink blood without fangs?”

“Usually in a foam cup with a straw.”

“Thomas.”

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