Thankfully, Lisbeth woke the late morning after her sister's party without a hangover, and got up for some breakfast and coffee. Nobody had gotten fall-down, blackout drunk and thank God none of them had to drive, but by the last bar and the strip club, everyone was clearly inebriated. Except for Lisbeth, who stuck to a two-drink maximum at any stop. She was too hung up on the encounter from Hexed.
The kind-of-odd for a goth club stranger who'd asked for a dance and delivered a kiss that still left echoes in her loins. The man who brazenly asked her sassy questions about vampires and never explained...
She had his number. The contact sat in the list, taunting and tempting. The urge to grab her phone and dial was nearly pathological. Maybe it wasn't too soon to call. Maybe, but Lisbeth go
