"It's only a matter of days, and then we can be together. Get dressed, we'll go shopping. I mean, a bride has to take care of a dress in time. You shouldn't be the one to change the girl's code," he whispers in my ear and I shudder. He straightens up as he stands tall in front of me and adjusts his jacket.
He wears a black leather jacket over a white T-shirt with a pair of fangs printed on it, a pair of tight black jeans that almost reveal his thick thigh muscles, and a pair of black boots that reach almost to his shins.
He winks at me as I adjust myself, sitting up quickly and pulling my skimpy shorts down a little. He smirks and I wonder what's on his mind as he ogles at me. What ever he might be thinking would only come through in his dreams.
The smile on his face suddenly fades as
