my skin, causing me to shiver with delight. "I am very glad you decided to meet me tonight."
"Wild horses couldn't have kept me away." I unbuttoned his shirt and slipped my hand inside, gently squeezing his left nipple. "Can I ask you something?"
"Anything."
"Why me? I mean, what made you choose me after seeing me just once, three weeks ago?"
He was silent for a few moments, then he said, "If I told you I had seen you in a vision, would you believe me?"
"I'd like to."
He held me just a little tighter as he continued. "Long before you were born, I hid myself from the world. Vampires do this every now and then. We live for such a long time, sometimes it becomes a burden we cannot bear, and we take 61
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refuge, remaining hidden until our minds are clear and we are able to cope, once more, with immortality."
His lips strayed over my cheek as he spoke. I clung to him, sensing his sadness and willing him to find comfort in my arms.
"During that time of my ... repose, I dreamed of finding the man who would bring joy to my existence, who would be strong enough and love me enough to share my life as strange and unreal as it is."
He fell silent again, and although I wanted to hear him say he had found that man in me, I didn't dare voice that hope.
For once in my life, I curbed my impatience and waited.
"When I re-entered the world, I carried with me the memory of someone—someone I did not know, had never met, nor even seen and yet, who felt familiar to me. As I said, this was a long time ago, but I have never forgotten his face. Your face, Roger."
I stared at him, speechless.
"The night I first saw you," he murmured, his lips close to my ear, "I felt your presence, long before I actually saw you.
Then, when I did, I stood transfixed, unable to believe my eyes."
"Yeah, I have that effect on guys all the time," I kidded.
"I'm sure you do," he said.
"I was kidding."
"I know." He took me by the hand, and we sat on the edge of his bed. "Seeing you there, laughing and talking with your friend Mark, I felt my heart lift."
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Laughing and talking with Mark. At least I wasn't slouching about, looking bored, and pickin' my nose.
He chuckled. "No, you were not."
I sighed loudly. "There's just nothing I can hide from you, is there?"
"Sorry." He looked so cute as he attempted a contrite expression. "I will stop reading your mind, if it makes you uncomfortable."
"No, it's okay." I moved back into his arms. "This is all just so hard to believe. That you would have seen me all those years ago. I wish I'd had that kind of a dream about you."
He kissed my neck. "Actually, you almost did."
"Huh?"
"I was tempted to give you a vision of myself as you slept."
"You can do that?"
He nodded. "But I felt it would be cheating. I wanted our mutual attraction to be spontaneous—at least on your part.
That's why I waited."
Wow. "Can I ask you something else? Oh wait. You already know what it is, don't you?"
"Ask me anyway," he said, blowing a teasing breath in my ear.
"Well, I know this is your home—this incredible place—but just where are we?"
He rose from the bed, taking my hand in his. "Come with me."
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He led me out through the French doors that lined one whole wall, and we stood on a wide balcony, gazing down at the lights of the sprawling city below us. It looked familiar.
"Hey wait, that looks like LA," I blurted.
"None other," he said, with a light laugh. "Where ... did you think I had transported you? Transylvania ?" He emphasised Transylvania with a really good Bela Lugosi impersonation. "I'm afraid that would be beyond my powers.
It would take more than a few seconds," he added. "Perhaps an hour or so."
I looked at him to see if he was joking, but why would he.
He can do just about anything he wants , I thought. Especially with me . I started taking his shirt off him, kissing his chest and shoulders. And then, we were on the bed again,
"Wild horses couldn't have kept me away." I unbuttoned his shirt and slipped my hand inside, gently squeezing his left nipple. "Can I ask you something?"
"Anything."
"Why me? I mean, what made you choose me after seeing me just once, three weeks ago?"
He was silent for a few moments, then he said, "If I told you I had seen you in a vision, would you believe me?"
"I'd like to."
He held me just a little tighter as he continued. "Long before you were born, I hid myself from the world. Vampires do this every now and then. We live for such a long time, sometimes it becomes a burden we cannot bear, and we take 61
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refuge, remaining hidden until our minds are clear and we are able to cope, once more, with immortality."
His lips strayed over my cheek as he spoke. I clung to him, sensing his sadness and willing him to find comfort in my arms.
"During that time of my ... repose, I dreamed of finding the man who would bring joy to my existence, who would be strong enough and love me enough to share my life as strange and unreal as it is."
He fell silent again, and although I wanted to hear him say he had found that man in me, I didn't dare voice that hope.
For once in my life, I curbed my impatience and waited.
"When I re-entered the world, I carried with me the memory of someone—someone I did not know, had never met, nor even seen and yet, who felt familiar to me. As I said, this was a long time ago, but I have never forgotten his face. Your face, Roger."
I stared at him, speechless.
"The night I first saw you," he murmured, his lips close to my ear, "I felt your presence, long before I actually saw you.
Then, when I did, I stood transfixed, unable to believe my eyes."
"Yeah, I have that effect on guys all the time," I kidded.
"I'm sure you do," he said.
"I was kidding."
"I know." He took me by the hand, and we sat on the edge of his bed. "Seeing you there, laughing and talking with your friend Mark, I felt my heart lift."
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Laughing and talking with Mark. At least I wasn't slouching about, looking bored, and pickin' my nose.
He chuckled. "No, you were not."
I sighed loudly. "There's just nothing I can hide from you, is there?"
"Sorry." He looked so cute as he attempted a contrite expression. "I will stop reading your mind, if it makes you uncomfortable."
"No, it's okay." I moved back into his arms. "This is all just so hard to believe. That you would have seen me all those years ago. I wish I'd had that kind of a dream about you."
He kissed my neck. "Actually, you almost did."
"Huh?"
"I was tempted to give you a vision of myself as you slept."
"You can do that?"
He nodded. "But I felt it would be cheating. I wanted our mutual attraction to be spontaneous—at least on your part.
That's why I waited."
Wow. "Can I ask you something else? Oh wait. You already know what it is, don't you?"
"Ask me anyway," he said, blowing a teasing breath in my ear.
"Well, I know this is your home—this incredible place—but just where are we?"
He rose from the bed, taking my hand in his. "Come with me."
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He led me out through the French doors that lined one whole wall, and we stood on a wide balcony, gazing down at the lights of the sprawling city below us. It looked familiar.
"Hey wait, that looks like LA," I blurted.
"None other," he said, with a light laugh. "Where ... did you think I had transported you? Transylvania ?" He emphasised Transylvania with a really good Bela Lugosi impersonation. "I'm afraid that would be beyond my powers.
It would take more than a few seconds," he added. "Perhaps an hour or so."
I looked at him to see if he was joking, but why would he.
He can do just about anything he wants , I thought. Especially with me . I started taking his shirt off him, kissing his chest and shoulders. And then, we were on the bed again,
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