Bloody Little Secrets
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Chapter 24
The car beeped in the driveway and I shouted a quick goodbye to Sue.
“Drake said it was a surprise, but apparently we’ll be gone all day,” I said as she walked into the living room.
“That’s fine. I’ve got a date with Donald tonight,” Sue said, a sweet smile on her lips.
“That’s awesome! I hope you have fun and don’t be out too late!” I pulled her into a tight hug. After the whole Steve the Vampire incident a month ago, I had tried very hard to be a good pseudo-niece. I’d helped Sue set up an online profile at LoveMatch.com and she met Donald, who seems perfect for her. Not that she needs a man to be happy, but she was having a great time. I was so happy for her. She’d been so nice to me, even if our relationship was a complete fake. I was lucky to have found such a good aunt.
Speaking of lucky, I tore out the front door, bounding down the walk and jumping in the little black jellybean. I launched myself at Drake and pressed my lips against his, moving on to his chin and his cheeks and making my way back to his lips.
“God, I’ve missed you.”
“It’s only been since last night, nerd,” I said between hungry kisses.
“If I’m not mistaken, I would say you’ve missed me too,” he said breathlessly.
“I don’t see where you’re getting that idea.” I pulled back for a moment. “You know, we could leave at any time, go anywhere in the world and just be together.”
“I know. Once I graduate, I’ll be free to do as I please. My parents still think I’m Drake, Bartlett High School senior, not Drake Monaghan, vampire and international man of mystery.”
He pressed his lips to mine again and ran his arms from my shoulders and down my back, coming to rest on my hips. “Besides, I do believe we have an eternity, Ms. Hernandez.”
“That we do. So, where are we headed on this super secret date today?” I asked, kissing his nose.
“You trust me, right?” He dipped his head forward, gazing into my eyes.
“More than anyone I know,” I whispered.
“Good, then you’ll put this on.” He handed me a red bandana.
“Like on my head?” I attempted to fashion it into a babushka.
“Not quite. Over your eyes, please.”
“Okey dokey.”
I wrapped the bandana over my eyes and he pulled out of the driveway. I wondered just what he had in store for us. I reached out blindly, searching for his hand. He grabbed mine and squeezed it. Wherever it was, I didn’t care as long as it was with him.