Helaine
As I packed up my paints, I caught the music shop owner out of the corner of my eye—of course he’d been dressed like Dracula. There were a million and a half Draculas every Halloween, only, most of them weren’t real vampires.
No, the real vampire was probably just rolling out of his coffin about now, doing whatever it is he does when he’s not making a mess of my body and mind.
Evan had caught me off guard last week, holding me like he did after another amazing session. I’d been swept up in the moment too, but when we were lying together, entangled as we were, I was struck by a moment of clarity.
It wasn’t real.
I was only there in the first place because Evan was paying me, not because we had some deeper connection. It was easy to forget that when he looked at me like I was wo
