I glanced at George half naked in his towel, then at Barkley, completely naked in his . . . nothing. A vampire and a werewolf. I shook my head. It was obvious. I was having one of my Anita Blake dreams again.
A sob caught in my chest. I didn't even know what a gray was, other than a drab color. All I knew was that I was hungry all the time. And I knew, deep down, that it wasn't just for food.
I wanted this to be a movie on TV so I could press the off button and make it all go away.
I took it back: he didn't just hate himself down deep. He'd made plenty of room in there for me, too.
Look at you, all Rocky Horror Picture Ho.
I had lied so much lately that I was honestly surprised my pants weren't literally made of fire.
A line of perspiration slipped down my spine like a waterslide at an unamusement park.
Need some help?' he asked.'Yes!' I yelled at him 'Help us!''What's the magic word?''Now!''Close enough.
Don't be sorry.' His eyes remained serious. 'Believe me, Samantha, that kiss - it was enough to something very important to me.''What?''That I'd do anything to find a way to kiss you again.