With Alexander standing so close, the fabric of her dress brushed against his T-shirt when she breathed in and out. He leaned down and, for a second, she was sure he was going to kiss her. His fingertips caressed along her shoulders, brushing against a few tendrils of her hair that had come loose from her braid.
"You have the flexibility of mind to be a great vampire," he said to Tanya. "And believe me, the condition comes with some major advantages," he told her.
That is right! He wants me to be a vampire, Tanya thought.
Tanya stepped back from him, distancing herself from the intoxication of his scent and the temptation of rubbing her cheek against the scruff of his beard. In the days since her photographs were displayed at Chloe Jackson's, 'Allure Art Gallery,' she had barely gotten
