{"id":595,"date":"2015-10-31T08:55:50","date_gmt":"2015-10-31T12:55:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kate-hill.com\/compellingbeastsblog\/?p=595"},"modified":"2015-09-27T18:07:14","modified_gmt":"2015-09-27T22:07:14","slug":"vampire-week-character-interview-with-callum-scott-from-at-death-it-begins","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/compellingbeastsblog\/2015\/10\/31\/vampire-week-character-interview-with-callum-scott-from-at-death-it-begins\/","title":{"rendered":"Vampire Week Character Interview with Callum Scott from At Death It Begins"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"ejatdeathitbegins\"<\/a>How long have you been a vampire?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Wow, right to it then. To be sure, you aren’t a member of the press? This won’t get out? \u2026 I’ll be 280 years next month.<\/p>\n

Do you drink blood or are you a psychic vampire? <\/strong><\/p>\n

Unfortunately, as a part of my condition I drink blood, quite a bit of it. I rather hate how much my life depends on it. It sort of ruins the ‘I don’t need anything’ facade, you know?<\/p>\n

What’s the worst thing about being a vampire? <\/strong><\/p>\n

If you tell anyone I will bloody deny it, but it used to frighten me the idea of living for so long. Imagine never aging but watching those around you slowly decay. It’s of no consequence now, because I have Lendyn.<\/p>\n

What is the best thing about being a vampire? <\/strong><\/p>\n

That is too personal for comment.<\/p>\n

Are there many others like you?<\/strong><\/p>\n

There are lots, but I refuse to name names or point fingers. Just know when you get that feeling someone is watching, most likely they are and it’s probably a vampire.<\/p>\n

Where are you from? <\/strong><\/p>\n

I was born in the small town of Luton, England. I now, however, reside in Oxford.<\/p>\n

What is your main purpose in life? <\/strong><\/p>\n

Who\u00a0 bloody well told\u00a0 you to ask that? Was it Emery? Even death couldn’t keep her out of my business.<\/p>\n

Who is your greatest enemy and why?<\/strong><\/p>\n

I refuse to answer this and give my enemies a leg over.<\/p>\n

Do you think you can ever reconcile with this enemy?<\/strong><\/p>\n

-_-<\/p>\n

Do you have a love interest?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Lendyn. She is the most exquisite woman I have ever met. and you may quote me on that.<\/p>\n

What is your weapon of choice?<\/strong><\/p>\n

HA! I need no other weapons, than my mind and hands. Would you care for a demonstration?<\/p>\n

What makes you happy?<\/strong><\/p>\n

None of your business.<\/p>\n

Do you have a code of honor?<\/strong><\/p>\n

(pulls out cell phone)<\/p>\n

I’m sorry but I must go. My cousin requires my assistance.<\/p>\n

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At Death it Begins<\/strong><\/p>\n

by Elle Jefferson<\/p>\n

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CHAPTER ONE<\/p>\n

At Death It Begins<\/strong><\/p>\n

Bonus Scene<\/p>\n

Before the Beginning<\/em><\/p>\n

I paced the floor of my room chewing on my thumb. \u201cWhat the hell?\u201d I asked the floor as I circled the bed. My heart raced as I turned my attention to the single red rose at the center of my bed. He\u2019d left it at the front desk for me. Me<\/em>. I couldn\u2019t stop the dopey smile on my face. I picked up the rose and twirled it between my hands while doing pirouettes and laughing.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Three weeks<\/em>.<\/p>\n

Three fabulous, glorious, amazing weeks, I\u2019d been in Los Angeles working on the set of my movie and now I had an admirer. I giggled louder, danced harder. Never, not in a million years did I think something like this would happen. I was an official screenwriter with a movie under my belt. I reread the note attached to the rose<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 You are simply amazing.<\/em><\/p>\n

I knew the writing like the back of my hand by now. Memorized every curve and dot of his handwriting. Spent more time studying his notes in the margin of the script then I did the director’s. Reading the words again made me giggle harder. I thought back to my first encounter with Devin. Michael Tarvin, the director, was giving me a tour of the studio introducing me to the crew, the cast and lastly Devin the star. Devin was seated at a bench going over the script, his hair blowing in the breeze. It looked so soft I wanted to touch it. He was wearing a black t-shirt, black jeans and flip flops. Before that day I\u2019d never seen a guy in flip flops. The breeze picked up blowing a few of his blond locks across his forehead and into his eyes. Eyes that were staring at me as we approached.<\/p>\n

Michael introduced me. \u201cDevin this is Lendyn, she\u2019s here to fix any issues that may arise with the script once we start filming.\u201d<\/p>\n

Devin jumped to his feet and held out a hand. \u201cYou\u2019re a genius.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you,\u201d were the only words I managed to get out, because then he smiled. It was like looking at the sun, or seeing the dark side of the moon; not to be described. His blue-green eyes sparkled. My heart leapt to my throat choking me, turning my brain to mush. My hand tingled from the excitement of touching his hand. He let go. Devin and Michael continued their conversation as I stared down at Devin\u2019s shoes, or lack of them. The guy had ridiculously sexy feet.<\/p>\n

Was that a thing?<\/p>\n

Didn\u2019t matter he did. Those were pretty much the only words we exchanged on set. I mean every now and then I caught his eye at which time I also got one of his dazzling smiles, but that was it. Any comments he had about a scene, or an edit to dialogue, were never voiced, simply penned into the margins of the script.<\/p>\n

Imagine my shock to see this flower and note waiting for me in the lobby of my hotel. Devin barely noticed me, but he was flirting with me? Maybe it was a joke, a test of some sort. The thought sobered me, no more excited reverie. I dropped the flower onto the dresser deciding to take a shower. A very cold shower. I was drying my hair when my cell phone<\/p>\n

started beeping.<\/p>\n

Gigi.<\/em><\/p>\n

I wanted to talk to her, but \u2026 I was happy for the most part, but I was also lonely and a bit homesick. I picked up wanting the comfort of my grandmother\u2019s voice. \u201cHello,\u201d I made sure to sound chipper.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow\u2019s my baby girl? Are you choking on that smog yet? Bet you\u2019re gonna get the black lung.\u201d<\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t help it I laughed. \u201cNo black lungs, but I have seen several men wearing flip flops.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh dear, Shirley\u2019s husband Donnie came home while the girls were playing Hearts and can you believe he was wearing those dreaded things?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDoes he have sexy feet?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

Gigi actually snorted she laughed so hard, \u201cIf hangnails, hammertoes and corns are sexy, then who lord watch out because his feet are going into People.\u201d<\/p>\n

That was some visual. \u201cAnd now I\u2019m thinking lunch may come up.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, lets talk about something else. How is Los Angeles treating you dear?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s definitely a far cry from Flagstaff that\u2019s for sure. I swear it\u2019s so \u2026\u201d I didn\u2019t even know how to describe it. Maybe I was feeling like a little fish about to be swallowed by a shark.<\/p>\n

\u201cBig?\u201d Gigi supplied.<\/p>\n

\u201cOne way to put it,\u201d I picked up he rose, inhaling the flowery scent.<\/p>\n

Even though it didn\u2019t mean anything it still brought a smile to my lips, \u201cI guess.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI smell a but in there?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s nothing,\u201d I said crawling up onto my elbows to sit back on my heels. Devin\u2019s mega-watt smile flashed in my head his blond hair blowing in the breeze. He was mouth-watering.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you gonna keep me guessing? I\u2019m dying of suspense who\u2019s the boy?\u201d<\/p>\n

I giggled, \u201cSeriously it\u2019s nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI bet you\u2019re blushing, I can actually hear it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCannot.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m old you can\u2019t hold out on me forever. Who is he?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s just some guy I met on set, it\u2019s nothing a silly crush, really.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLet me guess it\u2019s that dreamboat leading man Devin Williams, he\u2019d be quite the catch, and I hear he\u2019s unattached.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease, he\u2019s famous and gorgeous what would he want with me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLendyn Wrigley Hughes.\u201d I cringed at the sound of my name, \u201cYou may not be famous, but you are gorgeous and talented and rather humorous.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks, but you have to say that because were family.\u201d<\/p>\n

She sighed over the phone line, \u201cJust because we are doesn\u2019t make it any less true, I\u2019d say it even if we weren\u2019t. Well, I have to go Shirley\u2019s here to whisk me off to our book club. Hopefully Donnie isn\u2019t wearing those sandals again.\u201d<\/p>\n

We both laughed. \u201cHave fun,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

I was getting ready to hang up when my grandmother cleared her throat.<\/p>\n

\u201cLendyn?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah?\u201d<\/p>\n

A rustling followed by tapping, she cleared her throat again, \u201cI love you always, don\u2019t forget that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI love you too,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

Then she abruptly said, \u201cBye,\u201d before hanging up. I held the phone to my ear for a moment. That was strange, I mean my grandmother said I love you, but this time it sounded so \u2026 different. Like a good-bye. I shook it off. I was getting emotional because I missed her that was all. I threw my phone on the bed behind me laced up my sneakers and decided the beach was calling my name.<\/p>\n

Traffic was awful. After getting the finger for driving 75mph and not 85mph on the 405, then having to slam on my brakes in order not to be hit when I exited onto Santa Monica Boulevard, I made it to the beach. The air was chilly and I grabbed my sweater before locking up my Jeep. Not even five minutes of slogging through beach sand, and my legs were cramping. I was huffing like I smoked a pack a day. Man I was out of shape. I plopped down in the sand yanking off my shoes, sinking my toes into the cool sand. Waves crashed in and the sun started a slow descent behind them. It was gorgeous. Salty moist air. I took a deep breath. Los Angeles truly had a unique smell all its own. I tossed my shoes in the dry sand before moving further down the beach closer to the water until it was running over my toes.<\/p>\n

A jogger running with a dog waved a hand as he ran past. I waved back. I kicked at the water giving it a good judo chop with my feet. I was splashing like a maniac laughing at how free I felt when I sensed someone watching me. There was nobody around. In fact it appeared I was alone, or as alone as one could get in a city of 3.8 million. I tried to go back to splashing but I couldn\u2019t shake the sensation. I plopped down in the sand and put my shoes back on.<\/p>\n

Between my weird conversation with Gigi, the rose and the unsettling sensation someone was watching me, I decided it was time to go. It was getting late and I didn\u2019t know this area well. No sense in me getting lost when I had to be on set early. I also wanted to get home in case I had an episode. Almost a month without one, in fact not a single one of my quirks had bothered me since my arrival in Los Angeles. Had to be a record, not that I wasn\u2019t panicking about that fact either. I hated my mini breakdowns or whatever you wanted to call them, but they were a part of my identity, so not having them made me feel even more lost in the big city.<\/p>\n

I hurried to my car wanting to get this night over with, wishing to shakeaway the unease curling in my gut.<\/p>\n

Footsteps.<\/p>\n

Following me.<\/p>\n

I hurried, my steps heavy as they hit the sand. I looked around but didn\u2019t see anyone. I slid my car key and mailbox key between my fingers ready to gouge out an eye. My jeep was close. Thank god I parked under a street lamp. Although since it was the only car in the lot it didn\u2019t really matter, there was no one to hear my screams if it came to that. I hurried my<\/p>\n

steps as my heart sped up.<\/p>\n

What in the hell had me so on edge? As my feet hit asphalt the heavy footsteps died away and all there was was the crunch of gravel beneath my feet. Calm down and take a breath you\u2019re scaring yourself for no reason<\/em>.<\/p>\n

Crunch.<\/em><\/p>\n

I held my breath listening but not hearing much over my rapid pounding heart. As I was going to write my alarm off as nothing more than an overactive imagination I heard it \u2026<\/p>\n

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.<\/em><\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t bother with acting cool and took off at a sprint. I stopped at the door to my Jeep peering around while I tried to get the key in the lock and get the hell out of there.<\/p>\n

I dropped my keys. \u201cFuck,\u201d I yelled picking them up from the ground. My hands were shaking so bad it was impossible to get the key in the lock. The parking lot was deserted yet I was getting hysterical. One long deep breath and I closed my eyes. Stop freaking out. <\/em>I shook out my shoulders and exhaled. My imagination was getting away with me. This wouldn\u2019t be the first time I heard or saw something that wasn\u2019t actually there. My hands were under control no longer shaking giving me the ability to unlock the door.<\/p>\n

\u201cLendyn?\u201d Now that voice sounded very real and very deep.<\/p>\n

I spun arms held in a fighter stance ready to land a punch with my keyed hand. A man was standing before me arms up in surrender, \u201cWhoa I come in peace,\u201d a baseball cap pulled low over his eyes. I tried to find a distinguishing feature, a unique descriptor that would help in an investigation. Navy blue polo, khaki cargo shorts and leather flip flops. Yes, flips flops made it easy to smash his toes.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt is you.\u201d He stepped closer and that\u2019s when I noticed the feet. Sexy.<\/p>\n

Devin? \u201cDevin,\u201d I stared back up into the shadowed face, gripping my keys tighter. He yanked the hat from his head revealing his blond hair that hung past his ears and that dazzling smile. I still felt a bit apprehensive but for a new set of reasons now. \u201cYou scared the shit out of me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI can see that,\u201d he said eyeing my fists. He stepped closer, \u201cYou shouldn\u2019t be alone at this hour, it\u2019s not safe, but I should have realized my creeping wasn\u2019t very smart.\u201d<\/p>\n

I finally put my hands down. \u201cI\u2019ll forgive you if you promise to never speak of this to anyone.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAgreed. No need for me to look the bad guy.\u201d The hand holding his hat he smoothed over his head, \u201cI hollered your name but I guess you didn\u2019t hear me.\u201d He took another step towards me. Being cautious not to step to close probably afraid I\u2019d freak again.<\/p>\n

\u201cSorry a lot on my mind, and I’m a bit stressed which tends to make me jumpy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMichael give his list of edits to you?\u201d<\/p>\n

I nodded. He nodded and then we were both silent. God this was awkward. He placed his hat back on his head. \u201cI was heading home when I thought I saw you dancing on the beach.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Oh my god, <\/em>my face heated. \u201cYou saw that?\u201d His smiled said enough.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo that was you dancing and kicking the water.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh my god.\u201d I covered my face with my hands mortified didn\u2019t come close to describing what I felt.<\/p>\n

His smile grew, \u201cIt was quite the show. Tell me, what did the ocean ever do to you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was cold.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cRemind me never to get on the wrong side of those lethal weapons.\u201d<\/p>\n

I nervously tucked a stray hair behind my ear. \u201cWell, then,\u201d I said since I couldn\u2019t think of anything else. A hundred other questions should have been forming in my head but I chose to focus instead on his feet. I rubbed my hands together the night had turned cold. Being close to the water added moisture to the air making it chilly. I needed to get out of here. \u201cWell, here\u2019s my car so thanks.\u201d I opened the door, but he didn\u2019t move. \u201cIs there anything else?\u201d<\/p>\n

Devin looked up at me sending my stomach into a new set of knots.<\/p>\n

\u201cHave you had dinner yet?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUm,\u201d I twirled the keys in my hand, \u201cno.\u201d<\/p>\n

He tapped his hands against his legs. \u201cWould you, um, maybe be interested in having dinner with me?\u201d<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t answer immediately, afraid if I did my voice would squeak. \u201cIf you have plans I totally understand.\u201d He started shifting feet, furiously rubbing his neck and staring at the ground. Devin Williams, People\u2019s <\/em>most beautiful man, was nervous? Was that even possible? My stomach did a flip.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019d love to,\u201d I finally said.<\/p>\n

He looked up that beautiful smile making me positive I was in trouble. Damn it seemed his smile was contagious, because now I was smiling like an idiot and shifting feet letting the word vomit flow, \u201cWhere do you want to go? What time? Should I meet you there? How should I dress?\u201d<\/p>\n

A few steps and he was standing next to me. \u201cMy place, right now, I\u2019ll ride with you and no need to change you look perfect,\u201d his eyes slid over my body before coming back up to my face, \u201cmore than perfect.\u201d I was blushing like an idiot. He took my hand taking my keys from me and held them up, \u201cMind if I drive?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSure.\u201d I would have said yes to anything he asked at the moment; light your hair on fire? Sure. Eat a cockroach? Okay. He just told me I was perfect, yep I’d do anything he asked. He took the keys before walking me around the jeep and opening the passenger door even held my hand to help me get in before shutting the door.<\/p>\n

I giggled when he got behind the wheel his knees knocking against the steering wheel. \u201cWhat?\u201d he asked with a smile sliding the seat up so he was even more squished against the steering wheel. \u201cDare me to drive like this?\u201d<\/p>\n

I answered his question with laughter. He slid the seat back adjusted the mirror before backing up and pulling out of the parking lot.<\/p>\n

Oh. My. God Devin Williams was driving my jeep. I\u2019d never wash the steering wheel again. Shut-up rein the crazy back in<\/em>.<\/p>\n

Elton John\u2019s \u201cBennie and the Jets\u201d came on the radio. Instinctively, I turned it up and started singing, realizing there was another set of eyes watching me my voice broke and I shut my mouth. \u201cDon\u2019t stop on my account,\u201d he said, \u201cb-b-b Benny,\u201d I couldn\u2019t help but smile as I joined in with him. He even pretended to play the piano with me when we pulled up to a stop sign. \u201cYou play a mean air piano.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks,\u201d he said, \u201cI took lessons in high school.\u201d<\/p>\n

The song barely finished and we were pulling into a short driveway. The minute he cut the engine and got out the butterflies returned. It\u2019d been awhile, a long while since I\u2019d gone out with a guy. As matter of fact it was over a year since I\u2019d even kissed a guy and that was a blind date with Thomas, Shirley\u2019s nephew who was in town visiting. He was an accountant and well, he kissed liked an accountant. All mechanical; tight lips no tongue. Not a single butterfly when his lips brushed mine, shoot there weren\u2019t even snails. I couldn\u2019t get away fast enough. He emailed once I never responded. And that was the highlight of my dating pool.<\/p>\n

Watching the muscles in Devin\u2019s back as he moved up the stairs to the front door I was certain there was nothing mechanical about him. His stride was confident. Every thing about Devin screamed passion, from the way he talked using his lips and tongue to annunciate every word, to the way he walked; every one of his muscles used in the movement. I bit my lip imagining his hands grabbing my waist as his lips \u2026<\/p>\n

He waved a hand in my face. \u201cHello?\u201d<\/p>\n

I snapped out of the trance not realizing I hadn\u2019t moved from beside my Jeep. \u201cYou\u2019re not having second thoughts are you?\u201d<\/p>\n

Damn that smile it made me all gooey on the inside and turned my brain to mush. \u201cSorry an idea popped into my head,\u201d I covered hoping he didn\u2019t notice the breathy quality to my voice.<\/p>\n

His eyes lit up, \u201cWhat was it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHuh?\u201d<\/p>\n

He laughed. \u201cYour idea what was it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAccounting,\u201d I mumbled. The naughty grin on his face turned to confusion before he ushered me inside. He flicked on a light and I gasped. This was by far the coolest house I\u2019d ever seen. There weren\u2019t any walls just one huge room. A bedroom blended into a living room blended into a dining room that ended in a kitchen. Vaulted ceilings with exposed wooden rafters. The brick walls were adorned with nothing but one painting hanging over a fireplace next to a wall of windows with the most breathtaking view of the ocean.<\/p>\n

I was inside Devin Williams house. \u201cWhat can I get you to drink?\u201d The door to the fridge was open and he was looking at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cWater.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOne water coming up.\u201d He pulled out a bottle of Voss and poured it into two glasses.<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks,\u201d I said when he handed me the glass. I took a sip trying to absorb exactly where I was and who I was with. Devin-fricking-Williams. Surreal. \u201cYour place is amazing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks.\u201d He came around the counter to stand beside me. \u201cDid you get the flower?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI did, it was very sweet, thank you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI meant it.\u201d He moved his shoulder touching mine, \u201cCan I ask you<\/p>\n

something?\u201d<\/p>\n

Was he trying to butter me up? Because it was working. I swallowed hard. \u201cSure.\u201d<\/p>\n

He placed his drink down, he seemed nervous which in turn made me nervous. He ran his hands through his hair. \u201cI had ulterior motives for having you come here.\u201d Of course he did. He wasn\u2019t interested in me. Perfect and amazing my ass. Of course, I was at a loss as to what a guy in his position could possibly want from me. More lines? He could have asked for that over the phone. I put my drink down bracing myself for whatever he was about to say.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s an indemnity clause in my contract that doesn\u2019t allow me to fraternize with anyone attached to the movie \u2026 so strictly speaking, me sending you flowers, or having you over for dinner goes against that clause.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo problem we can skip dinner and consider the flower forgotten.\u201d What a total buzz-kill, he brought me here to make sure I didn\u2019t tell anyone about the flower. As if I would, as if I had anyone to tell anyway. It kind of pissed me off. I pushed off the counter. He grabbed my shoulder pausing me.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut, I can\u2019t stop thinking about you. I\u2019ve tried to, but god,\u201d he let go of his hold on my shoulder his hand drifting down my arm, his fingers caressing my skin, his eyes stared into mine, \u201cyou\u2019re \u2026 amazing and I\u2019d really like to date you, but it would be wrong of me to ask since we\u2019d have to keep it secret until \u2026\u201d his words trailed off and his attention turned to his feet, his sexy feet I might add, \u201c\u2026 and that\u2019s not fair to ask.\u201d<\/p>\n

My brain skipped everything but the \u201cI can\u2019t stop thinking about you\u201d part. Devin Williams wanted to date me. At what point did I wake up in the Twilight Zone<\/em>? \u201cLet me get this straight you barely know me, but you can\u2019t stop thinking about me?\u201d<\/p>\n

He nodded. \u201cThere\u2019s something about you \u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

There was nothing to think about on this one. I wasn\u2019t looking for Mr. Right (didn\u2019t even know if he existed) or even Mr. Right Now. What I needed was fun, and everything about Devin screamed fun, if it required secrecy in order to have that fun so be it. Heavens knew I could keep a secret.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

\u201cReally? I mean once were done filming you can shout about us from the rooftops if you want.\u201d Shit we might not even make it past this date and he was making plans for down the road. Man did the rich and famous look at life a lot different.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, shouting from any rooftops required.\u201d<\/p>\n

Oh man that smile, it was destined to be my undoing. \u201cCan I ask another favor?\u201d<\/p>\n

I shrugged. If he kept smiling like that I\u2019d do anything he wanted, except murder. His smiled widened, okay maybe even murder. He held my hand pulling and turning me so my back was against the counter and he was pressed to my front. \u201cCan I kiss you? I\u2019ve been dying to since the day I saw those luscious lips say my name.\u201d<\/p>\n

My voice abandoned me all I could do was nod. With slow determined hands he cupped my face his mouth only centimeters from mine. My eyes fell closed as his warm breath sent the promise of his kiss. I clenched in<\/p>\n

Anticipation. I was right his kiss was pure passion. My knees trembled and I was certain life was looking up.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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