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Authors: Zayne Michaels
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corner of his eye, Julian caught just a glimpse of a scaly head ducking out of site behind the trash bin. Ridley . Ignoring Harris as he ranted at the server, Julian stretched his arm out toward the window, carefully pressing his palm flat against the glass.
At once, tendrils of ice and frost spread around his fingers on the glass, forming a hand print much larger than his own. He’d suspected his dear, confused friend since finding the rose in the gardens, and now that he had confirmation, the incidents of the night seemed so much funnier for some reason.
“I should be mad at you,” he whispered as a gentle smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
“Julian, what the hell are you doing?” Harris barked once the server had scurried off to find the manager.
Huffing in annoyance, Julian pulled his hand away from the window and arched an eyebrow at his surly companion. “Maybe we should just cut our losses and call it a night.”
“I think that’s best.”
After lots of apologies from the very confused manager, he’d kindly agreed to comp their meal. Julian thanked him and slipped two twenty dollar bills to their server. After all, it wasn’t the kid’s fault Julian’s date was a prick. Harris insisted on walking him home, and Julian agreed, simply so he wouldn’t have to spend another ten minutes arguing with the guy.
So , they walked back to Central Park in an uncomfortable silence. Harris didn’t try to hold his hand, and he kept at least two feet between them at all times. As they approached the entrance to the Conservatory Garden, Julian stopped to face his date. “I’m just a couple of blocks that way. I think I can make it on my own from here.”
“I’m in the opposite direction, so that’s fine. We should do this again sometime.”
Julian blinked stupidly. He didn’t think he’d met anyone so completely delusional before. “Right, well, I’ll call you.” Trying to make his escape before Harris realized they hadn’t exchanged phone numbers, Julian gave a little wave and turned toward home.
He only made it two steps before a firm grip on his arm jerked him to a stop and spun him around, though. “No goodnight kiss?” Harris laughed, but the humor didn’t quite reach his eyes as he locked his arm around Julian’s waist and leaned closer. “You might like it.”
* * * *
When he’d gone to find Julian in the gardens, Ridley had only wanted to talk to him, maybe try to convince him to cancel his date. Unfortunately, he’d been delayed, and by the time he’d arrived, Julian had already met the vampire. So, he’d panicked. Shifting into a dragon the size of a Pekingese had made it easy for him to slip into the hedges and out of sight.
Once he’d realized Julian’s date was a vampire—not to mention a raging douchenozzle—he’d only wanted to keep an eye on Julian to make sure nothing happened to him. At no point had he intended to interfere with the date, but of course, his jealousy had gotten the better of him. His embarrassingly small size had been ideal for following Julian around the city undetected, but now, he needed a form a bit more intimidating.
Crawling out from beneath the bushes, he shuddered and hissed as the change washed over him, transforming him back to his usual six-three height. As the vampire made another attempt to coerce Julian into a kiss, Ridley grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and jerked him sideways into the iron bars of the gate. Stark naked and uncaring, Ridley pinned him there with a hand around his throat, squeezing just hard enough to make Harris’s eyes water.
“Right then, terribly sorry, mate, but date’s over. I don’t care where you go, but make sure I never see you again.”
Harris didn’t even glance in Julian’s direction, seemingly unconcerned that a large, naked man might try to do him harm. At least self-preservation hadn’t abandoned him, though, because he nodded as much as Ridley’s constricting hand would allow. Once
At once, tendrils of ice and frost spread around his fingers on the glass, forming a hand print much larger than his own. He’d suspected his dear, confused friend since finding the rose in the gardens, and now that he had confirmation, the incidents of the night seemed so much funnier for some reason.
“I should be mad at you,” he whispered as a gentle smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
“Julian, what the hell are you doing?” Harris barked once the server had scurried off to find the manager.
Huffing in annoyance, Julian pulled his hand away from the window and arched an eyebrow at his surly companion. “Maybe we should just cut our losses and call it a night.”
“I think that’s best.”
After lots of apologies from the very confused manager, he’d kindly agreed to comp their meal. Julian thanked him and slipped two twenty dollar bills to their server. After all, it wasn’t the kid’s fault Julian’s date was a prick. Harris insisted on walking him home, and Julian agreed, simply so he wouldn’t have to spend another ten minutes arguing with the guy.
So , they walked back to Central Park in an uncomfortable silence. Harris didn’t try to hold his hand, and he kept at least two feet between them at all times. As they approached the entrance to the Conservatory Garden, Julian stopped to face his date. “I’m just a couple of blocks that way. I think I can make it on my own from here.”
“I’m in the opposite direction, so that’s fine. We should do this again sometime.”
Julian blinked stupidly. He didn’t think he’d met anyone so completely delusional before. “Right, well, I’ll call you.” Trying to make his escape before Harris realized they hadn’t exchanged phone numbers, Julian gave a little wave and turned toward home.
He only made it two steps before a firm grip on his arm jerked him to a stop and spun him around, though. “No goodnight kiss?” Harris laughed, but the humor didn’t quite reach his eyes as he locked his arm around Julian’s waist and leaned closer. “You might like it.”
* * * *
When he’d gone to find Julian in the gardens, Ridley had only wanted to talk to him, maybe try to convince him to cancel his date. Unfortunately, he’d been delayed, and by the time he’d arrived, Julian had already met the vampire. So, he’d panicked. Shifting into a dragon the size of a Pekingese had made it easy for him to slip into the hedges and out of sight.
Once he’d realized Julian’s date was a vampire—not to mention a raging douchenozzle—he’d only wanted to keep an eye on Julian to make sure nothing happened to him. At no point had he intended to interfere with the date, but of course, his jealousy had gotten the better of him. His embarrassingly small size had been ideal for following Julian around the city undetected, but now, he needed a form a bit more intimidating.
Crawling out from beneath the bushes, he shuddered and hissed as the change washed over him, transforming him back to his usual six-three height. As the vampire made another attempt to coerce Julian into a kiss, Ridley grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and jerked him sideways into the iron bars of the gate. Stark naked and uncaring, Ridley pinned him there with a hand around his throat, squeezing just hard enough to make Harris’s eyes water.
“Right then, terribly sorry, mate, but date’s over. I don’t care where you go, but make sure I never see you again.”
Harris didn’t even glance in Julian’s direction, seemingly unconcerned that a large, naked man might try to do him harm. At least self-preservation hadn’t abandoned him, though, because he nodded as much as Ridley’s constricting hand would allow. Once
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