Sorry it's been a week since the last chapter! I've been busy and didn't notice the time passing, oops. Hope you enjoy!


14. Kiss on the neck - Simon/Isabelle


A few minutes into their latest makeout session, Isabelle suddenly rolled off of Simon and propped herself up with her elbows. Simon licked his lips nervously. She didn't look mad, exactly, but Isabelle stopping in the middle of some excellent kissing was never a good sign. "What? Did I do something wrong?"

Isabelle shook her head, sending wisps of dark hair flying. "You hardly ever do anythingwrong, Simon. It's just… how come you never kiss me on the neck?"

Simon blinked. "Huh?"

She rolled her eyes. "I mean, you have no problem kissing me anywhere else, but I can't remember the last time you even touched my neck. You have to admit that that's a little weird."

"Oh." Simon pushed himself onto his own elbows, matching his girlfriend's posture. "I don't know, Izzy. Just… don't you think it's a little weird? The neck is, uh, vampire territory."

"Oh, Simon," Isabelle sighed. "You certainly didn't seem to mind that when you were a vampire. You've had to drink my blood before, remember? After that, a little kiss is nothing!"

"Yeah, I did that while I was a vampire," Simon admitted. "But I'm not a vampire anymore, and now every time I see your neck I just think about how afraid I was to drink your blood, and how easily I could have lost control and killed you, and how many problems came with being a vampire, especially a Daylighter, and how—"

"Simon!" Isabelle blew her hair out of her face, scooted over to him, and wrapped her arms around his neck, dragging him down on top of her. "You're not a vampire anymore. You don't have to be afraid of losing control." She flashed a grin at him, one that really should have scared Simon instead of catching his breath in his throat, and slowly turned his head and started nipping at his ear.

"Besides," she breathed, "a little" — she dropped a kiss at the spot where his jaw and neck met — "loss of control" — now a few along his jawline — "can be a good thing." That was when she reached his neck and sucked hard.

"All right," Simon gasped eventually. "You've made your point."

"Do you want me to stop?" Isabelle asked, still nosing along his neck.

"Hell, no."

"That's what I thought."