9. A punch in the face (and a late drink)
Alexus “Elisa,” I called her, as I saw her walking from in front of the window to my direction. Her red hair up in a messy way and a few locks cascading down the milky skin of her collarbone. She came in my direction, an enticing smile on her face and her brow arched. I rubbed my eyes, trying to make sure I was actually seeing her. It wasn’t possible. Elisa sat on the corner of the bed and ran her hands across my naked chest and abs slowly, while I was still too shocked to react. “Have you missed me?” she asked, biting her bottom lip, piercing it with her fang, and provoking me with the droplet of blood that was now shining on it, like a red pearl. “I had missed you for a few seconds, before I decided to never miss anything or anyone again,” I replied. “Ouch… I expected more f
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