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Okay, so maybe last night he didn’t think it was a mistake. This would be good.
“I woke late and needed to get ready for work. I was going to be late if I didn’t get moving. I’m stopping to get coffee on the way there because again I didn’t have time to make it at home, because well, I overslept.” I pause, thinking about what I just said. “Not that I’m complaining. Last night was great. Magnificent even. I’m just saying I can’t use the excuse of great sex to be able to get out of being late even if it’s just a volunteer position. The ladies at the library depend on my help.”
“You done?” Aziz asks clearly seeming to be amused by my ramblings.
“Well . . .” I draw out, making him chuckle.
“Agápi,” he murmurs, and I notice the noise in the background. It was music which reminded me that he left early to go to Dyrk.
“I didn’t mean to bother you while you were working.”
“You are never a bother,” Aziz remarks, his tone losing the amusement and filling with all seriousness. “You could never be. When it comes to you, Jett, I’ve got all the time in the world.”
“I don’t know what to say to that,” I whisper, making my way across the street to where the coffee shop was. Ironically, it was only a few doors down from Dyrk.
“There’s nothing to say. I speak only the truth when it comes to you. Now, get your coffee and get to work. I’ll meet you there when you get off.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him he could see me now, but instead, I simply sigh. “Okay.”
The two of us hang up after he says a few more sweet words, and I shove my phone in my bag. Just outside the coffee shop, I get the sense I had the other night about being watched, but looking around, I don’t see anyone. Shrugging the feeling off, I head inside. I have a full day ahead of me, and I need to get to it before I start letting my head run amok with other thoughts. Thoughts that would be consumed with a man who I let into my bed last night. A man who wasn’t just a man at all, and I didn’t give any thought to the fact that he was indeed a vampire. I’d do it all over again.
And again.
Chapter
Eight
JETT
Time seemed to creep by. All I wanted was for the day to fly by. Throughout the day, I’d gotten text messages from Aziz that made me tingle all over. There weren’t many, but enough to let me know that he was thinking of me. I thought this was good since I couldn’t stop thinking of him even when I had to do story time.
With it being October, I went with a classic for the little ones calledSpooky, Spooky Little Bat. It was cute for them and they loved it. We’d done a little craft to go with it. It’s one of my things I like to do with the children that come to the library. I like to give them a fun activity that matches the time of year. They created little bat masks to go with the book. The parents thought it was adorable and took pictures of all the kids as they did this, while also helping if there was a younger child who needed it.
Story time was the only time that Aziz didn’t fully take up space in my head, though he’d still been there.
By the time five rolled around, I was more than ready to get out of there. Grabbing my stuff, I waited at the doors for the librarian, Amelie, whose full name is Amelie Maganti, to makeher way to the doors. On days that I volunteered, I stayed to the end of the business day, whereas other volunteers didn’t; they only did a few hours.
Amelie was an older woman, her hair stark black with graying streaks within it. She dressed in cardigans and dual-boring very bland dresses every day with the same pendant around her neck. Never does she wear anything with personality to it.
I give her a smile as she gets to where I’m waiting for her, she sets the alarm, and I open the door leading to the outside.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I tell her, and take a breath of the cool, crisp fall air.
“See you then,” Amelie says somewhat distractedly while locking the doors.
I don’t pay any further mind to the older woman, mainly because standing on the sidewalk next to a sleek black car is Aziz. Smiling in his direction, I see him eye the other woman briefly before giving me his full attention.
Neither of us says anything as I walk toward him. It’s as if words aren’t needed between us to communicate. Though I don’t miss the way his eyes dart in Amelie’s direction or the way his brow furrows ever so slightly. I want to ask him about it, but I don’t. All I could think about was if I could get him to come back to my house and us doing everything that we did the night before. My body craved to have him touch me as he had.
“Hey,” I finally whisper when I’m wrapped in his arms.
“Hey, little one,” he murmurs, lowering his head to kiss me.
When he kisses me, it’s not subtle by any means. It’s a full-blown kiss with his tongue diving into my mouth. The way he kisses me isn’t gentle or sweet. No, it’s claiming and utter perfection in my opinion.
When he finally draws back, having left me breathless, Aziz curls his fingers along the base of my neck and grins at me. “Have a good day?”
“It was good,” I tell him, feeling heat burn in my cheeks. “I couldn’t really focus as I should have.”
