For the Love of a Vampire (Blood Like Poison 1) - Page 15/66

Bo shifted his head to be in my line of sight, forcing me to meet his eyes.  When I did, I felt like I’d stepped in quicksand.

“Ridley,” he prompted.

“I just wasn’t expecting you to show up with Savannah.”

“But you were there with a date,” he pointed out.

True, but rather than say that, I shrugged again.

“I just met her,” he clarified.  “She lives near me.  She seems like a sweet kid and she didn’t have plans, so I thought she might like to go, get out of the house for a while.”

As much as I hated it, I felt relief wash through me.  I was so eager for an explanation that didn’t break my heart, I barely questioned it.

“She’s just a friend,” he assured me with a small smile.

I nodded my acceptance, staring at Bo’s throat, afraid if I looked up he’d see my shame and humiliation.

“I went there to see one person,” he said.

When my eyes darted up to his, I found that they were as velvety and absorbing as his voice.  They made me feel so many things, all at once, that I was overwhelmed by sensation.

“You don’t love him, do you?”

Bo didn’t need to include any names in his question.  I knew exactly who he was talking about, and without hesitation, I shook my head in answer.

“Good,” he said, bending his head to mine.

When he kissed me this time, it was with passion.  His mouth devoured mine and I thought there was probably nothing more I wanted in the whole world than to be consumed by him.  I gave myself up to it.  I’d wanted this since the first time I’d laid eyes on him.  I wanted his lips on mine, his hands in my hair, his focus on me and nothing else.

My fingers were fisted in his shirt, hanging on for dear life when Bo lifted his head with a quick jerk.  Out of the blue, he whispered, “We’ll talk tomorrow.”

And then he was gone.  I didn’t even see him go, something I attributed to my spinning head and clouded senses.  I just looked around and he was nowhere.  Just gone.

A fraction of a second later, I heard my dad’s stern voice at the door.  “Ridley, get in the house.”

The brisk winds of reality quickly blew the fog right out of my mind.  If it hadn’t been for the cool moisture on my lips from his kiss, I might’ve wondered if Bo had been a figment of my imagination.  But when I touched my fingers to my mouth, I could still feel him there.

With a smile of satisfaction in place, I made my way inside and back to my room where I laid down and fell immediately into a sleep that was filled with dreams of Bo and his breathtaking kisses.

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The next morning, we went to church, making our weekly foray into the spiritual realm.  What used to be a family that enjoyed a close relationship with God was now one that observed nothing more than the appearance of clinging to religion.  All three of us were about as hollow, as wounded and as far from God as we’d ever been.

Church was always a tense experience, tense and draining.  The effects of it were emotionally staggering.  Afterward, as I did every Sunday, I spent the rest of the day in a delicate tap dance of evasion, determined to avoid another energy-sapping family performance.  I stayed in my room the entire afternoon, coming out only for food and drink.

It affected Mom and Dad, too.  They pretended to be engrossed in any number of consuming projects, anything to avoid…life.

There was only one problem with staying in my room:  it brought other unsavory issues to the forefront.  My phone rang way too much to allow for a peaceful day.  Drew called several times, as did Trinity, neither of whom I was particularly anxious to talk to.  I got calls from numerous other people, none of which I answered, all wanting to talk about what happened at Caster’s.

The only person that I really wanted to hear from was the one person that had yet to make an appearance, physical or electronic, and it wasn’t doing good things for my mood.

By the time darkness had fallen, I was as prickly as I could ever remember being and I was suffering from a severe case of cabin fever.  Cutting off my light, I yanked up my blinds and threw open the window then pulled a chair up in front of it and made myself comfortable.

I loved the night—the peacefulness of it, the smell of it, the sounds.  It was about as close to being alone in the world as I ever felt.  Not that I really strived for solitude.  It was more that I was always in the company of some person or persons that drained me in some way or another, like they were sucking the life from me.  Sometimes I just wanted to be left alone; sometimes, I needed time to heal.

Movement in the side yard caused my heart to leap in my chest.  My first alarming thought was that someone was trying to break into the house.  I was literally unfolding my legs, preparing to get Dad or get a gun or get something, when a familiar pale face materialized in front of the window.

“You scared me half to death,” I scolded, my fingers still fisted over my runaway heart.

“Sorry,” Bo said casually, coming over to lean up against the side of the house right next to my window.

“What are you doing here?” My tone was much more reasonable once my initial fear had given way to the pleasure of Bo’s presence.

“I’m part of the neighborhood watch and I thought I saw some suspicious activity around your yard,” he claimed.

“Do what?”  I moved to stand against the window as well, choosing the side opposite Bo so I could face him.  Through the window, I could smell him and I wanted to take a deep breath and hold that scent inside.

Bo’s face was serious for another few seconds before it melted into a heart stopping smile.

“Are you really that gullible?”

I felt a little dazed by that smile and it took me a minute to recover enough to answer.

“Oh.  Yeah, pretty much,” I admitted with a self-deprecating smirk.

“That should be fun,” he teased, his smile fading into a lopsided grin.

“Taking advantage of my infirmities and/or weaknesses is strictly off limits,” I warned lightly.

“Really,” he said, leaning in to my side of the window.  “What other weaknesses do you have?”

At that moment, I could only think of one and it was less than a half a foot from me, standing on the other side of a brick wall.

“Too many to name,” I finally managed, shrugging offhandedly.

“Mmm,” he said, and then he straightened.  “Hey, can I see your phone?”