Blood Sucker | MxM | Vampire Romance [COMPLETED DRAFT]

X.9

I'm done for. My nerves have been ground thin by all the apprehension, so I've become a serious mess. Still, I'm trying to cover my nervousness up with a charming smile and diligence, while all I can think about is that my shift is going to end in ten minutes, and then it's time for me to see Dael. My bowels are all knots and nausea.

I'm seriously dreading the whole thing, especially because I keep remembering his strong arm wrapped around my shoulder, embracing me tightly while his scent wafts up my nose. All of him just reminds me of home in the most tormenting way. After all, that home doesn't exist any more, so longing for it isn't going to get me anywhere.

When I'm done working, I quickly change into my regular clothes, hoping to be outside the club before he arrives so I can catch some fresh air - and calm the fuck down. I've chosen to wear a blue shirt with a V-neckline, and then some pale grey jeans that hugged my rear nicely enough, but not too much so. The first outfit I'd decided on hadn't seemed right, and neither had what I'd come up with the next three tries. I'm still uncertain if I made the right choice. Then again, I probably shouldn't be worried about my attire.

Groaning, I roll my eyes at myself, then take a deep breath before I exit the club. Of course, Dael's cabriolet is already parked right in front of the door, and he's leaning back against it, hands resting on the rim of the sleek door. He's mouthwateringly, perfectly handsome, wearing a dark grey suit with his shirt unbuttoned far enough to send any mind on a journey, including mine. My gaze snaps back up immediately, past his gently smiling lips to his eyes. 

I gulp, feeling insecure and slightly underdressed. Not that I ever would've considered wearing a suit; he'd be laughing at me right now if I had. Still, I feel inferior when I'm around him - and right now, it's really bad.

Glancing aside, I walk over to him with my hands buried in my pockets. They're disgustingly sweaty. And my breathing, god, it's so shaky that I have to concentrate to even it out, afraid he might pick up on it with his annoyingly keen senses otherwise. I'm in front of him way too quickly, and I feel obliged to look at him again.

His tender expression causes my heart to jump into my throat, obstructing my airway. I can deal with smug Dael, no problem, but this makes it really difficult. He reaches for my face, and I let his fingers brush my cheek, unable to move away. They linger.

"Good morning," he greets me, his voice alluringly low. He tilts his head aside, and finally, that smile turns into the smug grin I'm used to. I bet he's noticed the effect he has on me.

Scowling, I grab his wrist to remove his hand from my face. "It's not a good morning."

Dael chuckles. "Well, we'll have to see about that. How was work?"

I clench my fists inside my pockets as if that could help me get a grip on my feelings. I'm dying to just talk to him, to catch up with him and ask him what he's been up all this time - if he's been with other people. Which is stupid to worry about since I've had my fair share, yet it makes me maddeningly jealous to think he might have touched someone else. Which he has, most likely.

"You know, your inner monologue is screaming to get out." God, he couldn't be looking any smugger. His eyes sparkle with amusement. "So, why don't you just tell me what's on your mind?"

"No need to," I inform him flatly. There's no way I'm going to tell him anything. After all, his ego is big enough as it is, without me telling him that I'm worried about him screwing other people. Or falling in love.

"If you say so," he says and shrugs. "Let's get in the car then? You look a bit nervous."

"I'm not nervous," I snap, clearly irritated.