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time.
    In my life, I’d always rushed into decisions, but now, I was
growing up. It was a little belated, but better late than never. I
was tired of getting burned by my own actions as well as other’s.
I’d make damned sure to know what I was doing, before proceeding
with anything big or life altering.
    Like
falling in love.
    However,
what I said next was with the utmost confidence, brightly outlined
for me in a sea of drab, endless desolation.
    “ I want to make you happy,” I said finally.
    “ Trust me. I’m very happy right now.” Loren’s deep brown eyes
warmed. They hid so much more I hadn’t understood yet, but this
only formed a new goal.
    I’d figure him out—what made this closed-up brooding man
tick.
    “ You know I have a huge crush on you,” I admitted, just so he
wasn’t the only one confessing. As if he hadn’t known. His sinful
lips just widened into a full smile.
    “ It made it so much harder for me,” he
insisted, “to know when we were being only friends; I could just
lean forward to kiss you. Your reaction would be instant . You might’ve
felt guilty about it later, but for that moment you would let me do
whatever I wanted.”
    “ Why didn’t you then?”
    “ I never wanted you to regret your time with me. I also knew
you could’ve gone either way.”
    My lashes weighted as I blinked, picking up the tears
swimming in my eyes. I wiped at them impatiently. I was so totally
turning into a girl. I’d cried more in the past few hours, than in
more than ten years.
    “ You’re just showing real emotion, instead of hiding what
you’re really feeling, no matter how useless that is to you when
you’re around us. I admire your façade and your strength in equal
measure, but right now I crave your true self, not what you present
to the rest of the world.”
    He led me into an incredibly plush master bedroom, four times
the size of my own in Marcus’s much smaller scaled three-bedroom
rancher.
    Soft light from the old fashioned candle wall-scones
flickered over the predominantly white and deep blue
space.
    The room was filled with bleached wooden furniture. The scent
of pine permeated the walls, mixing with the subtle fragrance of
vanilla. Outside, the treetops reached for the horizon.
    “ Are we still in Canada?” I asked.
    “ Yes. In fact we’re still in British Columbia, but far closer
to your old home now. I was curious about why you missed it so
much, and bought this place a few months ago.” Loren chuckled. “I
prefer solitude. It reminds me of the old days when the Foxworth
Coven was the only group of vampires anywhere near here. We lived
in the completely undeveloped lands of Surrey, undisturbed by so
few Rogues,”—vampires who fly under the radar, breaking our
laws—“Who would ever dare to flee here.”
    I
laughed. “You totally sound like a caveman.”
    “ And how am I any better?” He kissed my temple. “I just stole
you away to my lair, where I have full intention of making you
scream.”
    I loved
the wicked note in his voice, and hoped to I hear more of
it.
    “ Why do you have to tempt me so much?” I asked. “You are sin
incarnate.”
    “ I need to see the desire for me in your eyes. You know, the
only reason I attend those parties, is only to be inside of
you.”
    “ I’ve seen you with others.” I smacked his shoulder
playfully.
    “ I have needs, more than what little time I was permitted with
you could harness. But trust me, you were always in my sight, your
name was always on my lips.” Loren stopped talking, and kissed me
fiercely.
    His muscles rolled under his sizzling flesh, his fever
infecting me. He released me, and I staggered against him. I fought
for breath.
    “ That sounds pretty corny.” I mumbled.
    “ But, it’s the truth,” he insisted softly.
    “ As weird as it is, I believe you,” I replied when he laid me
on the thick white and blue down comforter. He climbed the high
mattress, crawling over the rich softness, and sprawled out