Fangs for the Memories by Harper Molly

Author:Harper, Molly [Harper, Molly]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Pocket Star
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

I slept so deeply that I don’t think I moved for twelve hours. At one point, I felt Dick get up from the couch, fiddle with my IVs, and pull the blanket up to my chin. Somewhere inside my barely conscious brain, it bothered me that he was leaving me, running off like I was some one-and-done. But at a weirder subconscious level, it was sort of a relief to have my worst suspicions (about Dick and the rest of the male population, dead and undead) confirmed.

I drifted back to sleep, relieved that I hadn’t wasted years on bitterness and . . . yet more bitterness.

I fully woke up hours later, and the room was totally dark. Once again, I had a room-temperature body wrapped around my back, and his hands were respectfully tucked around my arms. Dick’s chin was cradled in the crook of my neck. The IV lines had been removed, so I could roll over freely. My hands ached from the punctures, and all of the extra fluids made me feel sort of sloshy, but I had to admit I felt better. The throbbing in my head was gone and my mouth had something resembling moisture in it, which was nice.

As I cuddled against Dick’s chest, my eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness.

He looked so sweet when he was asleep. His face was relaxed and untroubled. The puckish bend to his mouth was missing, and he looked—I knew I was going to feel strange about thinking this later—innocent.

Dick Cheney saved me. He’d come back. He didn’t want me to wake up alone. He wanted to take care of me. I’d never been with someone who wanted to take care of me instead of the other way around. I leaned closer, letting my nose brush against his. He didn’t stir. Licking my lips lightly, I pressed forward and brushed my mouth against his.

He inhaled sharply and jerked awake. His eyes flew open wide, and I leaned back, a cold flash of fear in my belly warning me that I might have gone too far. One does not poke a sleeping predator. And making out with him without permission? Probably not a good idea, either. But in the darkness, I could see Dick’s lips curve upward. He lowered his forehead against mine, and after a long moment, he kissed me back. His lips were cool and smooth and molded against mine. I melted into him as I felt his hands sweep over my back and pull me even closer.

I wound my leg around his, bringing his hips closer to mine. I moaned into his mouth as his hands made their way from my back to caressing my bare arms. I twisted my fingers into his T-shirt. And, glancing down at the “Gettin’ Lucky in Kentucky” logo, I tugged at it until he reached for the hem and pulled it over his head.

Finally, I got to see what Dick Cheney was hiding under those smartass T-shirts.

Wow.

Why did he wear shirts

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