jolting us both with their current. As if in a trance, I lifted his hand and gently kissed each tiny mark. He groaned softly and I found myself moving closer, overcome with the feeling of rightness that being near him stirred in me.
H e took a step back, looking as shocked as I felt. “Enough,” he said softly, pulling his hand from mine. “None of this is your fault.”
“I was stupid ,” I muttered. “When Scott started drinking I should have stopped him.” I turned my head away so he would not see my shame. “I should have called home immediately, but I was so afraid.”
“You did nothing wrong,” he said.
I wished I could believe him. “I thought tonight would be a night to remember. My first date, first boyfriend, and my first real kiss.” I shook my head, biting my lip, wincing as my teeth connected with the raw area where Scott’s ring had sliced my lip when he slapped me. I tasted the blood that had begun to well there because I’d reopened the wound. “Now all I’ll remember is this nightmare.”
H e touched my cheek where Scott had slapped me, and a tingle spread through my body. It was electric, its compulsion pulling us closer together, and then he did something that took me by surprise: something so unexpected I thought I had to be dreaming. He bent his head to mine and kissed my cheek before gently brushing his lips over each of my wrists. My body tingled and I swayed toward him. He stared at me for a brief moment, his indecision easy to read, then moaned low and deep just before his cool, firm lips pressed gently to mine in a gentle, slow kind of kiss that made my toes curl and my body hum with excitement.
I could taste the cop per flavor of both his blood and mine, which had lingered on my lips. It should have revolted me, given my squeamishness when it came to blood. I mean, I passed out when we pricked our fingers at school for Biology, but instead I found myself savoring its taste, and something inside of me awoke. The feeling of purposelessness I had always felt in my life up to then began to fade, and I knew without a doubt I was finally where I was supposed to be. In his arms, and I gave myself over to the kiss completely.
Aidan groaned loudly and pulled back, gently placing my hands on my lap. His face was a blank canvas, a look I knew vampires used so no one could tell what they were thinking, but I could feel his confusion, his desire, and his anger at himself for kissing me.
“I’m sorry . I should not have done that.” He ran his hand through his thick, black hair and sighed. “Let me walk you to the house now.” I made no protest as he took my hand and walked me to the front door. I was too dazed by his kiss to do anything more than follow his lead.
At the door he lifted up my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. “You need to tell your parents about what happened.”
“I can’t, ” I whispered, fearing they would completely freak out.
“Katie , they need to know what happened.”
“I know, but please let me tell them tomorrow. I can’t take any more tonight.”
“I f you do not tell them what happened by tomorrow, then I will,” he warned.
I knew he would. When it came to my well-being, it seemed they were all of one mind. “Thank you.”
“Get some sleep. I hope you feel better in the morning,” he murmured, brushing my cheek with the back of his hand.
“Goodnight ,” I whispered, but he was already gone. Again, I wondered how he had known I needed him. But instead of pondering his sudden appearance, I walked inside and ran up the stairs. I made it to the top before my mother called out to me.
“Katie, did you have a good time?” she asked.
“Uh, it was alright,” I said, looking down at her from the side of my face that wasn’t bruising. “I’m just really tired.”
She frowned but nodded. “Get some sleep , then we can talk tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” I muttered, turning away. “Tomorrow.”
Chapter Five
I
H e took a step back, looking as shocked as I felt. “Enough,” he said softly, pulling his hand from mine. “None of this is your fault.”
“I was stupid ,” I muttered. “When Scott started drinking I should have stopped him.” I turned my head away so he would not see my shame. “I should have called home immediately, but I was so afraid.”
“You did nothing wrong,” he said.
I wished I could believe him. “I thought tonight would be a night to remember. My first date, first boyfriend, and my first real kiss.” I shook my head, biting my lip, wincing as my teeth connected with the raw area where Scott’s ring had sliced my lip when he slapped me. I tasted the blood that had begun to well there because I’d reopened the wound. “Now all I’ll remember is this nightmare.”
H e touched my cheek where Scott had slapped me, and a tingle spread through my body. It was electric, its compulsion pulling us closer together, and then he did something that took me by surprise: something so unexpected I thought I had to be dreaming. He bent his head to mine and kissed my cheek before gently brushing his lips over each of my wrists. My body tingled and I swayed toward him. He stared at me for a brief moment, his indecision easy to read, then moaned low and deep just before his cool, firm lips pressed gently to mine in a gentle, slow kind of kiss that made my toes curl and my body hum with excitement.
I could taste the cop per flavor of both his blood and mine, which had lingered on my lips. It should have revolted me, given my squeamishness when it came to blood. I mean, I passed out when we pricked our fingers at school for Biology, but instead I found myself savoring its taste, and something inside of me awoke. The feeling of purposelessness I had always felt in my life up to then began to fade, and I knew without a doubt I was finally where I was supposed to be. In his arms, and I gave myself over to the kiss completely.
Aidan groaned loudly and pulled back, gently placing my hands on my lap. His face was a blank canvas, a look I knew vampires used so no one could tell what they were thinking, but I could feel his confusion, his desire, and his anger at himself for kissing me.
“I’m sorry . I should not have done that.” He ran his hand through his thick, black hair and sighed. “Let me walk you to the house now.” I made no protest as he took my hand and walked me to the front door. I was too dazed by his kiss to do anything more than follow his lead.
At the door he lifted up my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. “You need to tell your parents about what happened.”
“I can’t, ” I whispered, fearing they would completely freak out.
“Katie , they need to know what happened.”
“I know, but please let me tell them tomorrow. I can’t take any more tonight.”
“I f you do not tell them what happened by tomorrow, then I will,” he warned.
I knew he would. When it came to my well-being, it seemed they were all of one mind. “Thank you.”
“Get some sleep. I hope you feel better in the morning,” he murmured, brushing my cheek with the back of his hand.
“Goodnight ,” I whispered, but he was already gone. Again, I wondered how he had known I needed him. But instead of pondering his sudden appearance, I walked inside and ran up the stairs. I made it to the top before my mother called out to me.
“Katie, did you have a good time?” she asked.
“Uh, it was alright,” I said, looking down at her from the side of my face that wasn’t bruising. “I’m just really tired.”
She frowned but nodded. “Get some sleep , then we can talk tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” I muttered, turning away. “Tomorrow.”
Chapter Five
I
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