Lucien.
She hated me. And maybe that was for the better.
It was just a contract anyway.
She had already got out of bed before the sun was up. Pretty unusual for when she worked at the bookstore but today was different. She had a new job, which was beside me all day long.
I smiled at the thought.
Just then, the door to the bathroom opened and she walked out. A towel clasped loosely above her chest and stopped mid thighs. Her hair tied in a messy bun, water dripping down her neck and into the towel.
Her skin was as pale as milk.
I swallowed a lump, my eyes assessing her skin and I imagined what she would taste like. How sliding my tongue up and down her skin would feel, turning them red and hot under my touch.
She hadn't realized I was awake yet. Just kept doing her thing.
The scene
