The trees and flowers danced to the rhythm of the breeze as I stood outside the house admiring the beauty of the night, thinking of how I was going to open the book the prophet gave me. The door creaked open and as I turned, I saw Lucian. He looked somehow more handsome at night, maybe it was the vampire in him. His singlet clung to his body, tracing the lines of his abs, the strength in his arms, the hard plane of his chest. It felt deliberate, like he knew exactly the effect he was having. When our eyes met, heat crept up my neck, and I looked away, dropping my gaze to the floor. I turned slightly, tugging my pajama coat into place, trying to steady myself. “What are you doing out here alone by this time?” He looked at me. “Having a hard time?” “Who in my position would think of sleep?” “Well I would, I can't trade my sleep for a problem.” “Maybe you've never had a problem like mine.” “That's not true. What you are facing right now, was what I also went through.” His hands s
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