Christopher’s POV I turned to christopher who was laying beside me a content smile on his face staring into the ceiling. The quiet of the morning and the exhaustion from the night before filling the room. We'd stayed out last night until early in the morning when we finally drove back home with my tired mother already snoring in the back. We all were going to sleep in today from the sheer exhaustion of the previous night. Dante and I didn't sleep but we didn't spend time together with each other. I lay there, curled into Dante, my head tucked against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his not, heartbeat. He didn’t have one, but somehow, there was always this presence, this warmth under my cheek that felt more alive than anything else.I was cold but he was warm with what seemed to be an illusion of a heart beat. He was very human like. I looked more like a vampire than he did. it was funny seeing that he was my maker. “Morning, love,” he whispered, low and soft, brus
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