Page 57 of My Road Trip with a Vampire: Season One
A woman’s voice calls from outside the door.
“I have a delivery for Mr. and Mrs. Robinson.”
I roll my eyes at the fake surname.
“We’re married now?” I whisper-hiss at Dennis.
He smirks and shrugs, moving to wrap a towel around his waist.
I follow his lead and disappear beneath the covers, letting him do whatever smooth-talking or compelling needs to be done. I’ll just pretend I’m not here telling myself to not bang him again. We need to lay down some boundaries for this blood bond situation before we get too handsy with each other because this is intense. I’m still lecturing myself when he peels the covers back, and I'm grateful that he’s at least half-dressed now in a pair of black sweatpants.
He clears his throat and points toward the dresser.
“Your clothes and meds are over there. Just a few basic things until we get another car,” he says, like getting a whole new car is no big deal. He pulls a white undershirt over his head, and something about how he moves reminds me of my dream. I consider bringing it up now that I can focus on something other than lust burning through my veins, but he speaks before I can. “I thought maybe we could take dinner to the balcony and talk before we get too distracted.”
His eyes roam over the bed, and for a beat, I think he’s going to climb back in with me, but he sets out for the balcony with a drink in his hand and shuts the door behind him.
None of the outfits are particularly sexy, but I pick the loosest shirt and sweatpants in hopes of turning down the horny dial before sliding the glass door open to join him.
Bonfire smoke hangs on a cold breeze, and it hits me that I don’t even know what state we’re in. I take a spot next to Dennis, setting my too-hot soup down before leaning over the balcony.
This hotel must be nestled into a hill; it looks out onto a rolling slope lit by street lanterns, and little shops line the lake below.
“We’re tucked away in upstate New York,” he says before I can ask. “We were pretty much driving in circles for a few hours last night, so I can’t remember which town, but it’s nice.”
“It would be cozy if we weren’t on the run from someone plotting my demise,” I joke, but he doesn’t laugh.
“I’m sorry about that.”
“I know.”
“Faith is,” he sighs, leaning his forearms on the railing. “She’s complicated, and she gives good chase, which is fun when you’ve lived as long as I have.”
“So, you’re still friends then?”
Vampire relationships are confusing, but I figure if he can forgive her for trying to kill him for all those years, then he can forgive her for this.
He turns away from the quiet nighttime scenery and watches my face.
“No. Cat and mouse is only fun to play when there aren’t innocents involved.”
My tongue clicks away from the roof of my mouth, his statement sucking the air dry. I want to make light of the situation because there’s a wave of something dark crashing over his emotions.
“You think I’m innocent? Even after last night?”
He steps closer, leaning his hip on the railing so he can stroke a hand down my cheek. The amber lights from the street make his eyes glow, and warmth spreads through me.
“Especially after last night, lovely,” he says.
That small wave of sorrow I felt recedes to uncover a coarse sensation, like sand in my throat. I’ve never experienced it before; it’s like thirst, but with a gravelly need for something more.
I watch his eyes flit to the pulse beating beneath my jawline, and I understand what it is.
He’s hungry, and he wants me.
“If you want to…” I start, not entirely sure what I’m offering him.
“No,” he says hoarsely. “I can’t do that to you.”
