Page 32 of Always Eros
“I do. I would have tried sooner if it weren’t for my weird circumstances.”
“What do you want from me?”
“Everything. I want to touch you, kiss you. I want to please you, Eros. I need to feel this with you. Please.”
Eros nods as he slides his hand behind my neck. “It would be a true pleasure to make love to you.”
My stomach flutters. “Make love. What a beautiful term. Is that what it’s called outside?”
“Yes. I’m so sorry about what’s happened to you up to now, but you are free, Justice.”
“I know. I want to make love. I want to know what that feels like. Even if it’s not really love.”
Maybe someday it could be. Maybe Eros is in my life for a reason, and knowing that I’m not fanciful and vampires are real just proves our paths were meant to cross.
Eros smiles, standing. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I have somewhere to take you.”
Chapter Eleven
EROS
As difficult as it is, there is no way I’m making love to this sweet creature. Not yet. I sensed his truth, his real desire for sexual touch, but it’s still wrapped up in so much fear and shame and confusion. I never want him to regret any interaction with me, so I have another idea, one that will satisfy both of us.
Justice follows me to the window, curiosity all over his face. His calm, steady heartbeat tells me he trusts me, which is miraculous given his experiences. I climb out the window, balancing on the ledge, then help him join me.
He laughs softly, gripping my arm. “I should probably just ask if I can have visitors so we don’t have to do all this.”
“It adds to the fun, no?”
Justice smiles. “It does.”
“Close your eyes.”
“Okay.”
“Promise you won’t open them.”
“I promise.”
Once I’m sure his eyes are closed, I leap down from the ledge to the grass and take off, easily disappearing into the woods. To Justice, he won’t even feel like he’s moving, but when he opens his eyes, we’ll both be in a secluded spot.
“Open your eyes, Justice.”
He does, blinking a little before realizing we’re surrounded by trees. “How did we…?”
“I walk fast. Come.” I take his wrist and pull him through the woods to a clearing where I go to sit and write poetry. I’ve often thought it would be a beautiful spot to stargaze and worship the moon given the way the tall branches part near the canopy, as if they refuse to hide the beauty of the night.
“Let’s lie down here.”
Justice nods, still grinning. I can feel his joy radiating off of him as he lies back on the bed of fallen leaves. “How do you know about this spot?”
I lie down beside him. “I write here sometimes when I want to be alone.”
“What do you write?”