3 - An Evening With My Vampire

~Sunny's Point of View~

Please talk to me, please,” I said, trying not to beg but wanting to let him know I was determined.

I didn’t want to seem desperate but seeing him now, all my planned speeches, all my defenses were gone. I was completely hanging on by a thread.

I had been crying myself to sleep, terrified of his rejection. A wolf very rarely gets over their mate’s rejection, and it’s been said they often die from a broken heart … or insanity.

He was instantly in front of me and I began to sweat. I had certainly never thought much of Godfrey before but now he was all that could fit in my brain. He consumed my mind, day and night. Ohh, especially at night.

Sure, he looked twice my age, he had stubble on his face and he always dressed like he was in a Halloween costume … but none of that mattered anymore.

He waved his hand to the porch steps and began to move toward them. He walked with his hands behind his back and I suddenly remembered that about him. He always moved like he wa