Kyla tried to smile but it wasn’t very sincere and they both knew it. Tristan flicked the lamp off and let out a long yawn, stretching his arms high above his head and cracking his knuckles.
“You gave me quite a workout tonight.” he leaned over and tucked her hair behind her ear.
“Ditto,” she said softly.
“Thirsty? I should get you some water or juice. Gravol?”
“No, just tired.”
“Weight of the world on your shoulders?” he gathered her close. She felt her eyes droop as her cheek landed on his warm chest. She had to stay awake so she could slip out the door and see what was what out there. She could feel his heart beating and knew if she wasn’t focused it’d lull her to sleep. He was so warm and the way he smelled…a tear rolled down her cheek and landed on his chest.
He sighed, “I’m over the defiance bit, baby. Stop fighting, okay? Let this happen. It feels right, doesn’t it? Give it a chance. Let yourself be mine.”
She said nothing but felt numbness spread over her body and had to hold back emotion. The room started to spin a little. She turned away from him and over onto her stomach and closed her eyes tight and took a few deep breaths. He put his leg over hers, locking her in. A king-size bed and he was right against her.
Within a few minutes she could hear his breathing patterns even out and she knew he was asleep. With his leg draped over her thigh, an arm around her, and his breath tickling the back of her neck she felt like she was in a cage. She decided to wait there for 20 minutes, hoping that would be enough time for him to get into a deep enough sleep before moving away. She was so tired. He was so warm and comfy.
A cuddly vampire. Who knew? And he wants me to be his? What does that even mean? A permanent all he can drink and fuck buffet, stuck in his bedroom?
Now would be a great time to get out of here away from this cuddly, possessive, and maniacal vampire. If she waited much longer she’d be asleep. It was late enough that the others in the house, if there were any, would hopefully be asleep and with Tristan just falling asleep he probably wouldn’t be awake for a while.
Or, wait. Dealing with vampires here, Kyla; duh!
Would the other vampires be awake until dawn? She didn’t know but hoped they were all asleep so it could give her a good head start. She had absolutely no idea where she was, how far from home she was or if Daisy would even let her in after having been hypnotised or whatever.
Maybe it would be smart to stay away from the apartment. Tristan would probably look there first. She’d be running into pre-dawn without any money or anything else. She had no plan whatsoever. It didn’t matter, though. She had to go, try and see if she could get out through the terrace. If she succeeded she could figure the rest out later. Maybe once she got away from him reason would return.
A few minutes later, after she counted to 60 Mississippi somewhere around 20 times (she kept losing count because of all that was on her mind) and felt like she was on the verge of madness she finally got the nerve to pull away from him and inched off the edge of the bed over a course of a few moments. It seemed smarter than simply jumping out of bed. He didn’t move. She didn’t have much room, though, as they’d been close to the edge as it was.
Her heart started to thump a bit louder and she was getting a tension headache. She tried to calm it with a few breaths and inched farther away. He stirred a little and reached in her direction. She pushed a pillow over toward him. His hand landed on it and that seemed, for the moment, to work. Kyla carefully got out of the bed and crouched onto the floor. Her knees cracked and she winced at how loud it was.
Carefully she reached under the bed and grabbed her flip flops and clothes and balled them up together under her arm in a football hold. Damn, she was sore and her knees were a little bit shaky. She tiptoed toward the balcony door. He hadn’t moved. He looked so peaceful, so handsome.
She stared at his sleeping form for a minute.
This might be goodbye gorgeous cuddly desserty vampire prince.
She felt a strange sensation, like pain and loss sweep through her, as she backed away from him. She held her breath to prevent a sob from escaping. Her eyes welled up with tears. She looked out the window and saw that the light across the way was out, which felt like confirmation that Tristan had been there earlier and it was not a bedroom of one of the other guys. She hoped she was right. Slowly she turned the door handle and backed outside. Then she carefully closed it behind her.