“You’ll get answers eventually.”
“Yeah,” I agree but have my doubts. I lay cuddled up with Lucas for a while and then get up, use the bathroom, and wipe the smeared blood off my legs. I look at myself in the mirror, noting how ragged I look. Whatever. I’ve had a lot going on lately.
“Do you want breakfast?” Lucas asks when I get back into bed.
“Yeah, that does sound good. I got coffee and a donut at the diner, but I’m hungry again.”
“You worked up an appetite.”
I smile and move closer to Lucas. “I did, and so did you, apparently.”
He moves his hand down my thigh, gently feeling the two little sticky scabs on my thigh. “I’m always hungry for you.”
“I like that answer.” I rake my fingers through his hair, which is getting slightly longer since we first met, and the ends are curly. Vampire’s hair grows very slow, same with their nails. I don’t quite understand it, but then again, I don’t quite understand how they have tears, saliva and…other fluids, either.
It’s part of the dark magic that keeps them undead, and I’m not going to question something when it allows the love of my life to be right here, naked and next to me.
“Do you have curly hair?” I ask Lucas, lazily combing his locks with my fingers.
“Only when it’s long, which it hasn’t been in over five hundred years.”
“I like it.”
“Should I let it grow out?” Lucas asks with a smirk. We both know that would take a decade.
“I prefer you how you are. Call me biased.”
He sits up and kisses me. “I’m making you breakfast.”
“I won’t argue with that.”
Lucas tucks me in, tells me to give him a head start, and then goes downstairs to cook for me. I roll over, pulling the blankets up tightly around me, and close my eyes. Only a second later, my phone dings with a text message. It’s Kristy, and she said she purchased the book with no issues and will drop it off later today when she’s done with her shift at the store.
I lounge in bed for a while, mindlessly scrolling through social media, and then get up, feeling a little sore from swinging that sword around last night. I used to be really good about working out but have been slacking a lot lately.
My feet hit the floor, and I blink and get hit with an image of the demon again. He was just standing there, watching.
It doesn’t make sense.
Pushing demonic thoughts out of my head, I pick up Lucas’s t-shirt from the ground, pull it on, and grab a pair of black sleeper shorts from my drawer.
I go downstairs, appreciating the smell of coffee and bacon filling the air. Lucas is standing by the stove, only wearing dark blue pajama pants, watching a YouTube video on how to make omelets.
Lucas trades the spatula for tongs and flips the bacon. “How are you feeling, my love? Last night was…was trying, to say the least.”
“I’m a little sore,” I admit. “But I’m sure I’ll be fine by the end of the day. It’s one of the benefits of not being fully human, right?” I go behind Lucas and wrap my arms around his waist. He leans back against me, flips another piece of bacon, and then turns around, taking me in his arms.
“I ordered groceries online,” he says, almost proud of himself for doing something so human. “So I could make you breakfast. They arrived after you came back and fell asleep this morning.” He kisses me once more and turns around to tend to the omelet. I pour myself some coffee and sit at the kitchen table, watching Lucas cook.
“I could make some serious money just live streaming this right now,” I say, tipping my head as I stare at Lucas’s firm ass. “Vampire porn is a booming business.”
“It’s daylight,” Lucas reminds me.
“Oh, dammit, you’re right.” I watch him flip the bacon again and take a sip of my coffee. “I like how that’s the only thing you were concerned with, too. Not me selling you out for cheap porn.”
“There’d be nothing cheap about it. You are right. People would pay for this.” He turns and wiggles his hips, making me laugh. I feed my familiars and Scarlet while Lucas finishes my breakfast. Then we sit together at the kitchen table while I eat.
“Does it gross you out to watch me eat?” I ask as I shovel an entire piece of bacon into my mouth.
“Not really. You have to eat, and I remember liking food at some point. Before I was kidnapped during battle, that is.”
“Your life is so…big,” I say, tipping my head. “You’ve lived through and experienced so much, even before you were turned.”
“My life isn’t any bigger than yours. I’ve been on this earth longer, yet it’s safe to say you’ve lived through and experienced far more than the average witch.”