Okay, God, I Thought. Get Me Out

This Is A, Uh, Friendship Ring Right?” “yeah, Don’t Worry. If I Propose, You’ll Know It. For One Thing, I’ll Be Hyperventilating.” A Sly Smile—surprisingly Sexy—turned Up His Lips. “and It’ll Be A Ruby.” “rubies? No Diamonds? Too Expensive For The Old Writer’s Salary, Huh?” He Made A Disparaging Grunt At That. “no, I Just Think Diamonds Are Common, That’s All. If I Get Married, It’ll Be Because Something Uncommon Is Occurring. Besides, You Wear A Lot Of Red, Right? I Know How Important It Is For Your Accessories To Match.

My Captivity With Dimitri. The Way His Mouth—so, So Warm, Despite His Cold Skin—had Kissed Mine. The Feel Of His Fangs Pressing Into My Neck And The Sweet Bliss That Followed... He Looked Exactly The Same Too, With That Chalky White Pallor And Red-ringed Eyes That So Conflicted With The Soft, Chin-length Brown Hair And Otherwise Gorgeous Lines Of His Face. He Even Had A Leather Duster On.

I Figured I Could Read More Than Five Pages Tonight Since I'd Been Deprived For The Last Couple Of Days. When I Finished The Fifteenth, I Discovered I Was Three Pages From The Next Chapter. Might As Well End With A Clean Break. After I Was Done, I Sighed And Leaned Back, Feeling Decadent And Spent. Pure Bliss. Books Were A Lot Less Messy Than Orgasms.

I'm Sure. But It Doesn't Work With Me. For One Thing, You Won't Look Me In The Eye. As For The Other...i Don't Know. I Can Just Tell.

Immortals Are, By Definition, Immortal. End Of Story.