Dead of Night(My Forbidden Vampire)
“There are blankets downstairs. And extra pillows. So you can make yourself comfortable.”
“I will. And I plan to borrow a book or two from your interesting collection.” His eyes are on the bookshelf in my room, which is full of romance novels. “T.L. Smith seems to be one of your favorite authors.”
“She is. Her books are dark, sexy, and a little fucked-up. Kind of like you,” I tease, lazily rolling over in his arms.
“I am so fucking glad you are mine,” he whispers, holding me tight. “I love you, Callie.”