“I’m not a very good person.”
“You want me to be afraid of you?”
He shook his head. “I want you to be smart.” His voice was so low I instinctively leaned closer.
“Are you so very dangerous, then?”
The distance between our faces grew shorter with each breath. “I’m not like the other boys,” he teased.
“I’m glad,” I whispered.
Haden sighed and his eyelids lowered, his gaze resting on my lips. “I’m serious, Theia. You’ll never be safe with me.”
“If you are about to tell me you are a vampire that glitters in the sunshine, I will—”
He laughed, a chuckle really, but it wasn’t practiced. It wasn’t an emotion he put on to impress me or anyone else. It encouraged me to want more of him.
Hehe - parody much?