now. You’re amazing.”
If I could have blushed, I wouldn’t have. I looked back at Scott, who sighed heavily and strolled past into the bedroom.
“Listen, kid,” I started.
Honey shot up. “Amanda. Before you say no, listen.”
I groaned. “Honey.”
“No, dude, seriously. He’s totally the guy for me, aren’t you, Stoney?”
He rocked from the balls of his feet to his heels, hands anchored into the back pockets of his jeans. Occasionally, he’d shake the bangs out of his face with a neck roll reminiscent of a facial tic.
“Seriously?” I asked. “Looks like a snack.”
“No way. We have tons in common.”
“Like?”
“Like…” Honey stretched the word out, searching for an answer she’d not given quite enough thought to.
“You’re taking too long. Don’t ask me to do something that’s forever, when you’re not even sure right now. I’m not turning him. I’ve never even heard his name before. You could at least try dating them for awhile.”
Honey slouched back on the couch.
“Now scram. Scott and I have some talking to do.”
“But!”
“No ‘buts’—you’re getting too old for this bullshit anyway. Goodnight, Stoney.”
Mr. Kim started in as I left the room. “What I tell you. I don’t know why you no find nice werewolf boy, like Mr. Scott.”
Scott flopped naked across my 1000-thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets from French Quarter in a big X, extremities reaching for the corners, as if I were readying the restraints for a bit of fringe play, which I’m totally not into. 20 He pumped his butt muscles a few times, inched up on his elbows and turned back to see if I was looking.
“Why are we together, Mandy?” He flipped over onto his back, exposing some particularly unmanicured landscaping.
“Ew. Don’t call me that unless you’ve got a sparkly gift. Also, we’re going to have to do something about that.” I waved my hand over the startling hair mound around his dick. “It’s like a forest.”
He propped himself up on his elbows. “I’m entering my au naturel phase. I’m being serious, though. Why are we?”
“So am I. I’m going to go get the clippers in a minute.”
He let out a frustrated grumble.
I spun back around. “Okay.” I had to think, usually not a good sign, but I was in no mood for an escalation, so I opted for diplomatic. “Let’s see. You are super-hot and completely obsessed with me in an unhealthy way.”
Scott’s face screwed up quizzically.
“And I really like that sort of thing. Find it completely endearing and adorable. Except for the big 70s bush you’re rockin’.”
“Oh.” He brightened. “I can live with that.”
“Good.”
I turned to get the clippers. Scott was up and pressed against me in a second. I’d never get used to his speed. But the warmth was unmistakably comforting. He nuzzled the back of my neck and inhaled in long deep lungfuls. I didn’t have to imagine the scent, earthy as loam, but could never quite understand the allure. Not that I should question it. Far be it from me to make those kinds of judgments with what I put in my mouth and all. Still, we right zombies have a kinship with the shapeshifters in our ability to track by scent, also in our ability to let the power of that scent get away from us and cloud our judgment. Scott’s heavy breathing rattled like a snarl.
“Whoa, mister. Careful with those drags.”
He huffed and circled my chest in his arms, nestling his hips and obvious arousal against the small of my back, the ruined silk.
I pulled away. “Lemme get this off and hit the shower. The floor of the Hooch and Cooch left some pretty nasty memories on these clothes, plus I could use a brushing before we kiss.” I turned to see his eyes flinch, probably recalling of the trickle of prostitute running from the corner of my lip. He let me go, sneering a bit.
“Let it go.”
It wasn’t a full minute before he abandoned the repellant thoughts and slunk into the cloud of
If I could have blushed, I wouldn’t have. I looked back at Scott, who sighed heavily and strolled past into the bedroom.
“Listen, kid,” I started.
Honey shot up. “Amanda. Before you say no, listen.”
I groaned. “Honey.”
“No, dude, seriously. He’s totally the guy for me, aren’t you, Stoney?”
He rocked from the balls of his feet to his heels, hands anchored into the back pockets of his jeans. Occasionally, he’d shake the bangs out of his face with a neck roll reminiscent of a facial tic.
“Seriously?” I asked. “Looks like a snack.”
“No way. We have tons in common.”
“Like?”
“Like…” Honey stretched the word out, searching for an answer she’d not given quite enough thought to.
“You’re taking too long. Don’t ask me to do something that’s forever, when you’re not even sure right now. I’m not turning him. I’ve never even heard his name before. You could at least try dating them for awhile.”
Honey slouched back on the couch.
“Now scram. Scott and I have some talking to do.”
“But!”
“No ‘buts’—you’re getting too old for this bullshit anyway. Goodnight, Stoney.”
Mr. Kim started in as I left the room. “What I tell you. I don’t know why you no find nice werewolf boy, like Mr. Scott.”
Scott flopped naked across my 1000-thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets from French Quarter in a big X, extremities reaching for the corners, as if I were readying the restraints for a bit of fringe play, which I’m totally not into. 20 He pumped his butt muscles a few times, inched up on his elbows and turned back to see if I was looking.
“Why are we together, Mandy?” He flipped over onto his back, exposing some particularly unmanicured landscaping.
“Ew. Don’t call me that unless you’ve got a sparkly gift. Also, we’re going to have to do something about that.” I waved my hand over the startling hair mound around his dick. “It’s like a forest.”
He propped himself up on his elbows. “I’m entering my au naturel phase. I’m being serious, though. Why are we?”
“So am I. I’m going to go get the clippers in a minute.”
He let out a frustrated grumble.
I spun back around. “Okay.” I had to think, usually not a good sign, but I was in no mood for an escalation, so I opted for diplomatic. “Let’s see. You are super-hot and completely obsessed with me in an unhealthy way.”
Scott’s face screwed up quizzically.
“And I really like that sort of thing. Find it completely endearing and adorable. Except for the big 70s bush you’re rockin’.”
“Oh.” He brightened. “I can live with that.”
“Good.”
I turned to get the clippers. Scott was up and pressed against me in a second. I’d never get used to his speed. But the warmth was unmistakably comforting. He nuzzled the back of my neck and inhaled in long deep lungfuls. I didn’t have to imagine the scent, earthy as loam, but could never quite understand the allure. Not that I should question it. Far be it from me to make those kinds of judgments with what I put in my mouth and all. Still, we right zombies have a kinship with the shapeshifters in our ability to track by scent, also in our ability to let the power of that scent get away from us and cloud our judgment. Scott’s heavy breathing rattled like a snarl.
“Whoa, mister. Careful with those drags.”
He huffed and circled my chest in his arms, nestling his hips and obvious arousal against the small of my back, the ruined silk.
I pulled away. “Lemme get this off and hit the shower. The floor of the Hooch and Cooch left some pretty nasty memories on these clothes, plus I could use a brushing before we kiss.” I turned to see his eyes flinch, probably recalling of the trickle of prostitute running from the corner of my lip. He let me go, sneering a bit.
“Let it go.”
It wasn’t a full minute before he abandoned the repellant thoughts and slunk into the cloud of
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