I felt like a piece of oddly flavored cake, and he was like a dazzlingly gorgeous big dog, sniffing, sniffing, and sniffing...
I wanted to push him away, but no matter how hard I pushed, I couldn't move him. All I could do was warn him, "Uh... if you keep pressing down on me, my back is going to break!"
"I won't let it break!" he said with a wicked smile, and in the blink of an eye, we had fallen onto the bed.
My body was completely pinned under his, and it felt like we were buried in a wedding bed, surrounded by vibrant red on all sides. But now I understood the meaning of that red—it was the kind of red that would make Lionel feel energized and ravenous after waking up, because it was the color of blood!
I quickly reminded myself not to struggle too hard. When a man has you pinned, the more you struggle, the more dangerous it becomes. Especially when that man is a vampire. I couldn't let him take advantage of me, or else my delicate neck would end up with two bloody holes.
Seeing how stiff I was, his deep blue eyes suddenly flickered twice, and he said in a slow, deliberate voice, "Margie, look into my eyes... you'll see how much I love you!"
I looked into his eyes and burst out laughing. "I don't see how much you love me. I just see that your eyes aren't moving, hahaha..."
Wait, that didn't seem right. Rion had taught me about this in my vampire theory class!
"Are you trying to hypnotize me?!"
He looked as if he'd been caught off guard, his usually calm and cold eyes showing a hint of surprise. "You didn't feel anything?!"
"Should I have felt something?" I blinked. "Should I have offered my neck for you to bite, completely entranced by your endless charm, letting you do whatever you want?!"
He sighed in defeat, not pushing further, and instead planted a gentle kiss on my forehead. His eyes flickered thoughtfully as he quickly turned to the side, putting some distance between us.
"Why the sudden cold shoulder? Are you upset because your hypnosis didn't work?" I found it strange. If he couldn't hypnotize me, why had I been so obsessed with him earlier, as if I'd lost my soul?
He didn't say anything more but suddenly moved closer again, only to pull the blanket over me and say softly, "Let's rest for five hours."
"Okay!" I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, blinked, and shifted up a bit, quietly watching as he closed his eyes. I snuggled under the blanket, stealing glances at him.
After a while, he seemed as still as death—cold and silent. Baron Albert at this moment could easily be described as a "sleeping beauty."
I slowly inched closer, reaching out to touch his hair. That pure auburn color was exactly what I'd always wanted to dye my hair, but I'd never found a trustworthy stylist. I was afraid of ruining my naturally black locks. This guy was truly a demon—even his hair was devilishly perfect!
And his nose—it looked like it had been sculpted by a master from ancient Greece. And those lips... Stop! No more wandering thoughts!
I adjusted the blanket for him and gently pulled his arm under my neck. Was this what it was like to "share a bed" with a boyfriend?
Sleeping with a vampire wasn't so bad. When I couldn't sleep, I could admire his beauty, which was quite pleasing to the eye.
I reached out to touch his face, but it was too cold. Maybe... I could use my powers to warm up his blood. Wouldn't that make him warmer? I couldn't help but admire my own genius.
Just as I was about to focus my energy, he suddenly opened his eyes and turned to face me. "Margie, doing that would kill me!"
I blinked. "Doing what?" Was I planning to do something evil?
"Making my blood warm!" he teased, looking at me.
"How did you know I was thinking about that?" Do I even have any privacy left?!
"Your little thoughts aren't hard to guess," he said with a slow, amused smile.
Little thoughts?! Hmph...
I rolled my eyes, cleared my mind, and turned my back to him, refusing to engage further.
Deep down, I was relieved. It was a good thing he was only guessing. If he knew I was here to kill vampires, he'd probably kill me first!
He wrapped his arms around me from behind, intertwining his fingers with the hand wearing the ring. A faint, glowing light slowly emanated from my palm, and I could clearly feel his heart beating strongly against my back.
His soft voice whispered in my ear, "I'll warm up soon, hehe... that way, you won't feel too cold."
"How do you know this will work? Won't it hurt you?"
"I've always known it works. It won't hurt me—in fact, it's beneficial."
"And what about me?"
He started laughing again. "You're getting something out of it too, aren't you? Being held by the handsome man you like is more satisfying than just looking, right?"
"Why do I feel like I'm being taken advantage of?"
His other hand was shamelessly resting on a certain soft and round area, thoroughly enjoying itself!
"We're boyfriend and girlfriend. Shouldn't we be a little more intimate?" he said matter-of-factly.
My ears burned with embarrassment. "Are you going to sleep or not?"
"Yes, yes—" his low, seductive voice murmured in my ear, gradually fading. "Margie, I want to hold you like this forever."
I don't!
I don't want to live forever, and I don't want to become a vampire. Twenty or thirty years is enough for me.
Suddenly, I felt a pang of sadness and heartache. His idea of "forever" probably meant until the seas dried up and the skies fell, while my "forever" would likely end in fifty or sixty years.
Just like Bevis said, by the time I'm old and gray, he'll still be holding some glamorous woman, happily bubbling with joy.