Technically Dead by Fielding Tia

Author:Fielding, Tia [Fielding, Tia]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2012-07-18T17:00:00+00:00

Part Three

Chapter 10

TECHNICALLY Bran was supposed to be going to work, but he had extracted himself from Heath’s arms—the thought still made him grin—and called Sheila to tell her he’d be late. Apparently that was okay; she was happy for him and glad to fill in while he “finally got some.” It was a strange, strange weekend, and now, on Monday afternoon, he was walking to the closest Starbucks to get himself a treat.

It wasn’t that he didn’t have caffeine at home. He tried to use the overpriced chains as little as possible and usually survived by the coffee he made himself either at home or at the shelter. Now there was a good excuse to go get something sinfully good, and damn if he wasn’t going to use the opportunity.

Somehow it felt strange to admit that he’d missed having to wrestle himself out of the grip of someone who could have been dead if you didn’t know better. When he slept, Heath didn’t breathe, he was cold to the touch, and his muscles went rigid. It caused no strain to the vampire’s body, but Bran could remember waking up feeling like he had been sleeping on top of a boulder barely warmed by the sun.

Still, he couldn’t remember when he last slept as well as he had last night. Possibly it had been the last time he’d spent the night in Ric and Kris’s bed. Or the time he fell asleep in Tony’s bed when his friend had caught a super flu, and Bran was the only person willing to look after him. It had felt good, sleeping next to those men, his best friends, but sleeping with Heath was like coming home. Like the feeling he remembered from his childhood, when his mother had taken his favorite blankie and put it in the laundry. None of the other blankets had felt the same. They were okay, but not good enough. Getting his blankie back had been so good he had cried—and then felt ashamed, because big boys didn’t cry. He had been four.

The walk to the closest Starbucks didn’t take long. But since it was a sunny early autumn day, he knew Heath wouldn’t wake up anytime soon. He was sleeping where it was safe—they’d made sure the windows were covered before they fell asleep early that morning—and he was bound to be exhausted after all the emotional turmoil and the sex they’d had. Besides, he was sated, blood-wise, and that always guaranteed better sleep.

Bran remembered how it had been difficult to get used to these things. Like waking up next to a dead guy, or knowing how Heath’s body basically shut down every morning when the sun rose and woke up either when he had rested enough or after sunset.

After stepping into the coffee shop, he walked to the counter and ordered his boring espresso macchiato and a panini before deciding to go and sit at a table to enjoy his breakfast. His stomach was making funny sounds, so he was sure it would be more pleased with him eating now instead of after a walk home.

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