Malcolm lay in bed thinking, and foremost in his thoughts was Aya. Last night had been wonderful, but at the same time aggravating. He'd had to expend too much energy blocking out those women downstairs. good Lord, he hated being stuck with them. He didn't even know all their names. He'd never spent any real time with them. During vampire sex, he'd simply imagined making love to a woman's body. It might have felt good to the Bridals ladies, but the body he imagined might as well have belonged to Abvn. It wasn't real. It wasn't any of them.It wasn't even Aya. That, too, had annoyed him. He had imagined Aya in his mind, but he knew it wasn't really her. He didn't know what she looked like naked, and now his imagination wasn't enough. He wanted the real thing. And he believed she did, too. Last night she had complained about not being able to touch him or hold him.He had to complete that formula he was working on. If he could stay awake during the day, he
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