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even awake and knew what I was doing. I pushed one of his hands down to my hip, and brought the other up my cheek. That seemed to be a signal for him. The hand on my hip gripped and pulled as the one on my cheek caressed and made me feel infinitely loved and looked after.
     
    And safe.
     
    And his tongue was an entity all its own. I swear, once I opened my mouth to his, it was like another world was waiting there. He took over and gave me every kind of shiver, goose bump and moan I could imagine myself doing. When he pressed a finger to my lips, I realized he was telling me that I had to be quiet.
     
    I nodded my agreement and he grinned, the moonlight from our window barely enough to see him, before he pulled me back to him and devoured me in the moonlight.
     
    I felt myself shift; my beliefs and non-beliefs and comfort levels crashing down. What wasn't acceptable to me before was becoming something not only acceptable, but something I wanted. I let it all go and just felt everything. He sucked in that telling breath that told me I was giving him what he needed. Then he groaned against my mouth and pulled back. He touched my lips again, with his thumb this time, and smiled as he said breathlessly, "We've got to stop."
     
    "I'll be quiet," I promised in a sultry whisper before kissing his neck. He groaned again and pulled back once more.
     
    "You can, but I can't." He leaned in to whisper in my ear, "Do you have any idea what your tongue is doing to me?" I smiled slightly and waited for us both to catch our breath.
     
    I was disappointed that we had to stop, but it could only go so far on a train anyway, right?
     
    "What did I do to deserve that?" he asked as he leaned back and rubbed my arms.
     
    "Nothing," I said, the grin unstoppable.
     
    He thought with a frown and then smiled as if he understood. "Ah, you were awake and listening, weren't you? You little sneak."
     
    "I love your accent when you say 'little'."
     
    He leaned forward and pressed his lips to my ear. "Little." I groaned and giggled as he held me to him. "Are you satisfied that Angelina is history?" I nodded and felt him breathe deeply from my neck. "Good."
     
    He leaned his seat back to recline a little. I thought that maybe I should get back into my seat, but he pulled me to lie on his chest. I sighed and rubbed the promise ring on my finger. It seemed to all be falling into place the way my mom always wanted for me. I smiled hugely against his shirt when Eli pushed my fingers away and took over the rubbing, like he understood that the meaning behind it, not just the ring itself, was precious and important to me.
     
    "Thank you."
     
    He lifted his head a bit. "For what, love?"
     
    "For being exactly what I was looking for."
     
    He sighed and kissed the top of my head. "You couldn't ever say anything better than that to me. Thank you, sweetheart."
     
    I went back to sleep with his soft humming in my ear and his hands on me making me warm, safe and secure.
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Eight
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    It was dark still. My head pounded behind my eyes and I was freezing. I opened my eyes to find I was alone in the train seat. I looked around, but saw no one. Not even any other passengers. I stood and peered over the seats, but saw no one. Hmmm.
     
    I looked out the window and saw a red light way off in the distance. I squinted to see it as it got closer, my breath fogging up the glass. It was actually two red lights and they were moving quickly.
     
    Eyes. They were eyes and the person careening towards me wasn't human. Angelina was laughing and her wild hair blew behind her. She stopped at the glass even as the train lurched on. She stared at me and I stared back in fright. She licked her lips and smiled before scratching her nails on the window. It began to crack with the movement of her nails and I tried to turn, but my feet seemed glued to the spot.
     
    The window began to rattle and