Late Night Dinner

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Of course, I couldn't sleep. I was worried for Zoe.

She had enveloped my every thought and I would've rushed to her then and there if I wasn't worried about her safety and my sanity.

I looked around the room but couldn't find the only thing that would calm me down.

'Whiskey won't replace our need for our mate. How long do you intend to keep everyone suffering?' I wish Spike would go back to his silence so that I could suffer alone.

I padded barefoot towards the kitchen, I knew the kitchen led to a basement cellar and I needed some strong drink to drown my thoughts about Zoe.

My feet halted at her sight, looking around the cabinets like a cat searching for a midnight snack.

I smiled to myself and leaned against the doorframe, seeing how long it would take for her to notice that she wasn't alone.

Her stomach growled and Spike snarled, 'Help her!'

I finally spoke up, "Looking for the fridge?"

I scared her. I would've hugged her or laughed maybe, if it wasn't for the exp