I lay stretched out on top of Les, stroking a piece of my hair across his chest like a paintbrush. My suntanned arm looked so dark against his skin, which was pale all over from him rarely going outside during the day for the past several years. He kept roughly the same hours as a vampire, but he looked healthy and alive, not chalky and dull. He was beautiful. “I was always jealous of your girlfriends,” I said. “I know. But after a while, they were all jealous of you too.” “What?” “I’m sure it had something to do with the fact that you lived under the same roof as me, and were so obviously into me.” I rolled my eyes. “I thought I was hiding it pretty well.” He grinned almost ruefully. “I thought about you all the time these last three years. Every time one of them touched me, or kissed me, or . . . anything, it was you in my head.
