details." He reached across the table to lift my chin with a cold, hard finger. "But he will need some explanation for why I'm around here so much, why I never go home, what I'm doing in your room while you sleep. I don't want Chief Duck getting a restraining order put on me."
"Will you be?" I asked, suddenly anxious. "Will you really be here all the time?"
"As long as you want me to be," he said in a hushed tone.
"I'll always want you," I said, the blood rushing to my head. "Forever."
He stood from his chair and slowly walked around the table, and, pausing a few feet away, reached out to touch his fingertips to my cheek. His expression was unimaginable.
"Does that make you sad?" I asked.
He didn't answer. He stared into my eyes for an eternity, falling into and getting lost in my depths.
"Are you finished?" he finally asked.
"I could ask you the same thing!" I chortled.
He stared at me, still fond of my jawline.
I laughed nervously and jumped up. "Yes!"
It was hard to decide what to wear. I doubted there were any etiquette books detailing how to dress when your vampire sweetheart takes you home to meet his vampire family.
I ended up in my only skirt—long, khaki-colored, still casual. I put on the dark blue blouse he'd once, and only once, complimented. A quick glance in the mirror told me my hair was entirely impossible, let alone implausible, so I pulled it back into a ponytail.
"Okay." I bounced down the stairs. "I'm decent."
He was waiting at the foot of the stairs, closer than I'd

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