Page 17 of Even Vampires Bleed
I easily find his bag in his room, which makes me think I’ll have to send someone for his keyset because I’m not making another set for him to lose it again.
I grab his bag—which is quite heavy for its size—against the wall near the bathroom and leave the room. I wonder the whole way back if I should have just picked things inside his bag myself and left the rest of it in his room.
The message I’m sending to him with me bringing back the whole bag isn’t necessarily what I was going for.
Now he’s going to believe he can stay in my room as long as he wants.
Just as I cross the threshold of my room, I’m greeted with fresh air and a gorgeous man, wearing only a towel thrown around his narrow hips.
It occurs to me that this ismytowel.
Unabashedly, I take my time looking at the drops of water gliding down the valley of his pecs and abs.
Slowly, I drop Léandre’s bag next to the door as I close it—I don’t want anyone else to see him like that—and wait for him to reach me.
He doesn’t go to his bag, though. No, instead, he softly grabs me by the back of my neck and slowly slides his lips against mine. The kiss is barely there, but I feel it down to my toes.
All too soon, it’s over, and Léandre grabs a neatly folded shirt, boxer briefs, and jeans from his bag and then he drops the towel.
I’ve seen it already—gods, it’s been inside of me—and yet I can’t stop myself from blushing at the sight of his half hard cock.
I realize I’ve been staring all along when he winks at me before tucking it in his briefs and then his pants.
Get a grip, Cassiopé.
I get my mind straight and cough to hide whatever is still showing on my face.
“We should go,” I tell Léandre, and he has the good taste not to add anything and just follows after me—without even putting on shoes.
All I can think about when I get down the stairs is that I find the lack of shoes oddly sexy.
When we reach Elhyor’s office, the door is closed, so I knock heavily—that room is soundproof, so I need all of that strength.
“Enter.”
The strong voice is obviously Elhyor.
We enter, and the first thing I see is that Angie looks like she’s about to get very mad. There is a blood vessel at her temple that threatens to burst, and it’s all the more evident because of her lack of hair. Her mouth is also drawn into a flat line, and I can’t help myself and turn in Léandre’s direction to see if he finds it as alarming as I do, but he’s all calm and collected.
He almost looks proud of himself.
That can’t be right. Is everything some kind of joke to him or is he acting this way just to get a rise out of Angie?
“I guess it all went to shit,” Léandre says. “Well, not completely,” he adds as he turns his holo so he can look at the time. “It’s eight minutes past twelve, and Michaël didn’t detonate it. I’m still me.”
That is why he looked so proud. He checked the time before I arrived in the room, and he knew already his memory hadn’t blown up.
That makes a bit more sense now.
It also means my dad didn’t disappear for nothing. I’m still mad that he didn’t return, but I know it. He isn’t dead, and we’re going to find him.
At least, he saved Léandre in the process.
I’m so lost in my thoughts that I don’t realize Angie has moved from where she was sitting on the desk until she’s in Léandre’s arms.
She’s half-naked in Léandre’s arms.
I shouldn’t notice. They’re best friends, after all. I shouldn’t even be mad, but all I can see is that she’s only wearing a sweater, with her long and super fit legs on display.
