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"S-sorry."

"Don't be." He tugged my body against his.

It should have been uncomfortable, lying against his chest, but it was better than the bed.

"Now sleep."

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Ethan

"SO…" ALEX GRINNED OVER HIS CUP of coffee. "How was your evening?"

"It's too early," I growled. My body was still on fire. Sleep had been hell — or maybe heaven? Vampires still needed sleep, regardless of what silly books and movies said, and I'd gotten absolutely none.

Every breath she took I took with her, soaking her in, feeling her body move against mine. It was pure torture.

The human moaned.

She moaned! In her sleep! And clung to me like I was her lifeline. I hadn't felt that complete in a long time and didn't realize how hungry I was for that sort of affection until she freely gave it. Then again, she had been sleeping while I watched her.

"You're eyes are glowing," Alex mused.

"Why are you up? Didn't you take a woman home last night?" I desperately needed a subject change if I was going to make it through the rest of the morning with Genesis, teaching her, rubbing against her, smelling her. I nearly broke the mug in my hand just thinking about it.

"Kicked her out of bed after I was finished." Alex shrugged and examined his fingernails. "I bore easily."

"She wasn't entertaining enough?"

Alex let out a long snort. "It was only too easy. I asked her to strip — she stripped. I asked her to lie down on the bed — she lay down on the bed. Hell, I even asked the woman to purr—"

"Enough." I held up my hand.

"What?" Alex reached for his coffee and took another sip. "Boring. All of them. I need a challenge. Now Genesis—"

I hissed.

"Easy." He grinned. "I was only joking."

"Joke elsewhere."

Stephanie and Mason walked into the room, both of them wearing knowing smiles. Did everyone know of my hellish night?

"Ask him how he slept." Alex winked.

I threw a fork at his face. He moved his head out of the way, and the fork impaled itself into the wall.

"He's gotten quicker in his old age," Mason mused.

"It's all the women who throw things at him," Stephanie agreed. "Makes him quick."

"Oh please." Alex rolled his eyes. "They throw their bodies at me, would probably sell their souls if they could, and—" He coughed. "Hey, Genesis, you look well-rested. Happy. Content. Beautiful—"

"Alex." I stood, almost slicing my fingers through the table at his amused expression.

Genesis did look good.

Too good.


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