Kemp slid over, snuggling against the cool body next to him. He was sore in places he hadn’t been in---he couldn’t
remember how long. Not that he was going to complain; far from it. As soon as
evening came he intended to go for at least one repeat performance before Seth
had leave for work. He started to doze off again when he heard the sound of
someone unlocking the front door to the house.
Instantly he was on his
feet, his blades gripped tightly in each hand as he moved stealthily to the
bedroom door. Peering cautiously out into the hallway he froze when the tip of
a silver sword pressed against his throat.
“Damn, Trev, would you warn
a guy that you’re back in the city.” Kemp stepped into the hall to look at his
friend.
Trevor shook his head.
“Since when has this house become clothing optional and who’s the vampyre in my
bed? And you’d better say Seth or I’m having your head examined.”
“Seth, and he’s already
given my head a through examination thanks.” Kemp replied straight-faced.
“Gods, I think I liked you
better when you were morose. That was awful. Now go put on some jeans and come
out and talk to me. I want to know exactly what’s going on and why.”
A few minutes later Kemp sat
down at the table across from Trevor, talking a big gulp of hot coffee. “So ask
away.”
“How long have you two been
sharing my bed?”
“Since last night. And
before you get pissed, we were going to use the floor but it was too damned
hard even with a couple of blankets laid down.”
“I don’t care about the bed.
The question is, is this a serious relationship or just a one night stand?”
Kemp smiled. “He doesn’t do
those.”
“What about you?” Trevor
asked knowingly.
“I’m not a virgin, but I’m
not a whore either. It’s been years since I used my body to earn my way down
here the first time. Something, by the way, that I’d rather not let Seth know
about until, well, until I know that we really have something going on between
us.”
“Are you having second
thoughts?”
“I’m not,” Kemp replied
adamantly, “but he’s older than me. A lot older and wiser. Once he realizes
he’s thinking of hooking up with someone a tenth of his age he might change his
mind.”
“I doubt that. You’ve got a
lot to offer and if he’s got an ounce of sense he already knows that.”
“I hope so.” Kemp glanced
towards the bedroom. “I really hope so.”
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