Watson had a stack of pancakes waiting for me in the morning with coffee and orange juice. I was sure this wasn't a usual morning ritual for them, especially by the cautiously optimistic expression on his face as I sat down to eat with him. I was wearing a borrowed skirt and sweater—both Melinda's, and both finer than anything in my ratty dorm room wardrobe.
“Melinda is already in her study," he said, making a brave attempt at casual conversation. “I don't think she actually slept last night. Of course, we don't need to—sleep, I mean. And by we, I mean vampires."
I toyed with a bit of pancake, pushing it around my plate before I decided to tell him. “I told Melinda I loved her last night."
Watson flashed me one of his would-be casual smiles, but I saw the tension in his face. “Yeah? Ho
