James securely looked out every window, covering every outlet or evidence of the room being there.
"James calm down, you said the vampires dont know this room even exists. Right?"
James turned to look at her. "Yeah, they don't. The only other vampire that did is dead, all the other new vampires are idiots."
The 5 foot 4 girl slowly wrapped her arms around herself. "Thank you." She breathed.
"For what?"
"This." She looked around the room. "If it wasn't for you, i'd be dead by now."
James slowly touched her cheek. "If anything happened to you. . . I would't be able to forgive myself." He cupped her face, looking at her eyes for permission to kiss her.
He's different. She lost her breath for a second as his lips connected with hers she wrapped her arms around his neck. The kiss was something that had been dismissed, not even thought of centuries ago. It was so sacred. That a vampire and human could join companions. Supernatural alright.
James wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her flush to him.
She tensed since she didn't know what to do.
A strong wind blew directly into her face, the clear tears now dry against her hot cheeks. She swallowed the knot in her throat, letting out a small sniffle. "Do you believe in this?"
James blinked up at her, watching intently as she rolled onto her knees over his body. He held onto her hips, letting the silk fabric of her blouse brush against his hands. "I do," he replied hoarsely, their eyes never leaving each other.
"I believe in this," he whispered shakily.
Smiling, he gently leans his forehead against hers pressing their skin together tenderly as her sweet breath lingers down against his cheeks. "I love you," she whispered knowingly, her lips moving against James' once more.
Her breath catches in her throat as she slowly pulls away from the kiss, her soft chocolate marbles staring intently into his eyes. "I love you too." He chokes out.
He presses a sweet kiss to the girls temple, a smile tugging itself onto his flawless face. Feeling Tiffany tremble against his arms, and his smile widens.
Tiffany tilts her head slightly, her eyelids drooping shut as James' moist lips brush against hers in another passionate kiss. Their kiss ignites as their lips move together in sync, her hands trembling as they brush across his abdomen, slipping underneath his button-down shirt.
James shakes as Tiffany's cold hands come in contact with his warm skin, sending chills down the back of his spine. He feels her tongue lap over his, their saliva joining with one another.
One month and one week before...