One Summer Night

The most perfect night of nights happens along the shoreline of California's famous Laguna Beach. The weather is warm, waters are active, and traffic is relatively light. The story begins within said traffic. Driving his newly restored 1986 Jaguar XJS is the first main character Nicolas, and he is on a date tonight. The third to be exact. His outfit of choice is a black short V-neck T-shirt with matching ripped jeans, classic Chuck Taylor/Converse sneakers, and a leather snapback cap (the emblem is that of his favorite comic book character, Batman). As he cruises the streets heading towards Heisler Park, he can't help but take quick peeks at his date. Main character number two is Kiyoni Ikeda. Kiyoni is staying in America on a grant from a study abroad program in her home country, Japan. The language barrier is not a problem for them as Kiyoni learned English from her American mother. Kiyoni's outfit of choice is a bright yellow cut out crop top underneath a black and white letterman's hoodie, dark denim capris pants, and white and yellow Adidas. A fresh two-strand twist out, decorates her hair. The two met at Nicolas's place of employment, Spencer's. She was shopping with her mother when Nicolas approached her about three months ago. The two have been in contact with each other since.

Kiyoni sits in the passenger side admiring the traffic and street lights. However, she wants to see night sky, so she turns to her date, "Hey, Nicolas. Do you think you could lower the top down?"

"Oh, yea. It is getting a little hot in here," he replies before answering to her request.

As the roof of the car goes down, Kiyoni leans her head back, succumbing to the California summer air. Her hair flails along the breezes. "Mm, that feels so nice," she admits. Nicolas shifts his hat to the side in order to avoid the wind blowing it away. He won't admit it but the reason why Nicolas feels a bit warm is because of her.

"You never told me where were going," Kiyoni observes. "I told you, we're going to Heisler Park," Nicolas replies.

"How long until we get there?"

"In a little bit, just relax."

Kiyoni can't relax. The moment Nicolas mentioned the word "beach", she instantly became excited. The distant smell of the ocean air amplifies her excitement. Using an exit ramp, they arrive at their destination within ten minutes. Astonishment overcomes Kiyoni as she takes a look at the beach in front of her, "Just look at those waters!" She sits on her knees for a better view like a puppy hanging out of a window. Nicolas steps out of his car on his way to open the door for Kiyoni. He pauses as a glimpse of Kiyoni's rear is caught in his peripheral.

Rivaling that of Ric Flair, Nicolas hoos, "Woo-WOOOOO-woo." The way Kiyoni's "painted on" jeans looked on her lower body, emphasizes her peach bottom shape. Even the gold stitching on the back pockets looked appetizing. To Nicolas, that stitching were markers for where to put his hands.

Kiyoni looks back at her date, "So this is Heisler Park?"

Breaking from his trance, Nicolas answers, "Huh? Oh, yea…" He walks over to the passenger side and opens the door, "My lady…"

Kiyoni exits the car, giving Nicolas a kiss on his left cheek along the way, "Thank you." After closing the car door, Nicolas catches up to Kiyoni who's a couple of feet away. Kiyoni is still amazed by the view, "Wow. Just wow."

"There is more, you know," Nicolas implies.

"Show me," she encourages.

Using the stairwell, Nicolas leads Kiyoni down to the beach area of the park. Down there, the atmosphere is a little darker and the waves are louder. Kiyoni gasps at the sight, "You have caves?"

"Yep," Nicolas confirms, "They're not too deep, I don't think."

When they reach the sand, Kiyoni removes her shoes. Nicolas follows suit. Taking Kiyoni by the hand, Nicolas leads her on a pedestrian tour of the beach. Highly interested, Kiyoni leads Nicolas towards one of the caves. "Whoa, whoa. I'm coming," he insists. They stand at the cavern's entrance.

Kiyoni calls, "Helloooooo." Her voice echoes once due to the crashing waters. Nicolas takes the opportunity to wrap his arms around the international beauty. "Hey, what's all this for," she giggles.

"I couldn't help it. You might get lost in here," he kisses her on her right cheek. Nicolas's size soothes Kiyoni. His arms give her a new sense of security, something she has felt before. They sway from side-to-side to where they're facing the ocean.

"Those waters look so inviting," she mumbles.

"Neither one of us brought swimsuits," he whispers in her ear.

Kiyoni steps away from Nicolas's embrace and flirtatiously gazes at him, "I know." She puts down her shoes and takes off her jacket, "I can't wait anymore. Whenever I see a beach, I just have to go for a swim." She then slips out of her top, "It's called 'skinny-dipping' in the states, right? Care to join me?"

Nicolas strips immediately, "You don't have to tell me twice." His shirt comes off first. When Kiyoni notices his physique, her eyes widen. To her, his body shape would a put the last guy to shame a little. Nicolas notices her demeanor, "Oh. What do you think?"

"…Umm. Not bad. Not bad…at all." Kiyoni feels a little flushed as she folds and places her top on the ground.

The time has come to remove their pants. Both are a little hesitant to do so. Kiyoni turns around to undress, Nicolas does the same. However, he turns his head slightly just to get another glimpse of Kiyoni's rear. When they're down to their underwear, Kiyoni realizes that Nicolas doesn't look too bad at all. The way his Calvin Klein boxer briefs fit his frame should have him featured in one of their shows. Meanwhile, Nicolas admires Kiyoni's curvaceous stature. The way her lacy black strapless bra and matching boy short panty set highlighted her body made Nicolas want to praise whatever powers that created her. "Nicolas? Nicolas," she calls for his attention, Nicolas is in another world, "Hey, please don't stare at me like that. It's embarrassing. It's bad enough I got that back home."

"I'm sorry….Kiyoni, but….damn," he goes on as he continue to marvel, "You have one…AMAZING…body."

"I do," she blushes.

Nicolas nods his head, "Yes. In this country, girls would kill to have a body like yours."

Kiyoni laces her hands behind her back, giving Nicolas more to see, "Thank you. I wish people felt that way back home."

Nicolas walks up to her and lightly touches her waist, "They're just blind and jealous. Fuck 'em," that same hand touches Kiyoni's chin, "You're beautiful." Kiyoni concedes.

With feet back in the sand, Kiyoni challenges her date, "Last one there is a rotten fish!" Nicolas chases after her. They first run along the area where water meets sand before entering the ocean. When Nicolas does catch her, he clinches her again and swings her around full circle as waves crash against their waists. Breaking free, Kiyoni attempts to throw water at her date. A water fight ensues as Nicolas counters. He attempts to run away, but Kiyoni is close by. She successfully jumps on his back as he continues to run.

"Weeeee," she shrieks. Nicolas playfully runs and spins around, giving Kiyoni the impression that she's on a rollercoaster. Their second date was a trip to the pier of Santa Monica Bay. Feeling a bit exhausted, Nicolas lowers Kiyoni after walking along dry sand. "That was fun," she determines.

"Glad you had some fun," Nicolas affirms.

Kiyoni walks up to Nicolas, wrapping her arms around his neck, "Thank you."

"For what," Nicolas asks.

"For…showing me a good time…for…accepting me…as I am."

Nicolas wraps his arms around her waist, "Kiyoni, I told you. You're beautiful. I've known that since you first walked into the store."

Kiyoni closes her eyes and lowers her head down, embarrassed and flattered, "Still, thank you."

Nicolas lifts her head by her chin in an attempt to kiss her. He hasn't done so since the two started dating. The last thing he sees is her eyes. That deep shade of purple complemented her nightly skin tone. Realizing that she's been down this road before, Kiyoni pauses Nicolas's advances, "Wait."

Somewhat surprised, Nicolas asks, "What's wrong?"

"Before we go any further, there's some things that…you should know…about me."

"You're not a guy are you?"

"What?!" Kiyoni pushes him away, "Of course I'm not a guy! Why would you think that?" She crosses her arms in a huff.

Nicolas laughs it off as he embraces her again, "I'm just joking, Kiyoni. My bad. I'll be serious now." Kiyoni remains silent. He urges her, "C'mon. What's the big secret?"

Kiyoni looks at her date with apprehension in her eyes, "I'm….I'm different from other girls."

"No shit. I can clearly see that."

"No, you don't get it. I mean I'm really different from other girls." She walks away from him, he follows.

"What do you mean, you're different," he asks.

"Let's just say that…I'm not exactly human."

"Meaning?" By this point, Nicolas is standing a couple of feet behind her. When she turns around, her eye color has changed from eggplant purple to a glowing sangria red, with her irises narrowing to look like a cat. Nicolas quickly takes notice, "What the…"

"Nicolas, when I said that I'm not exactly human, I mean that's only half of me. The other half of me…is vampire. So, not only am I blasian, but I'm also half human and half vampire."

Nicolas stands idly, stunned by the news.

"There's more. I also have special powers," she informs.

"Such as?"

"Well, if you kiss me, we'll be able to read each other's minds."

"So you're like a telepathic vampire? That's awesome!"

"Wait, really?"

"Hell yeah! So wait, you can do that with other people? What about the last guy?"

"It only works after I directly kiss someone. It happened with my last boyfriend."

"By the way, you never really told me why you broke up. What happened with the mind reading then?"

"We broke up when I found out he was gay. I turned him into a girl once and that's when he did a complete 180 on me. He's in a new relationship with the guy he had a thing for, now."

Nicolas sticks his hands out in front of him in disbelief, "Whoa, whoa, whoa. You turned him into a girl? How and why?"

"Oh! Well…that's another thing. I also practice magic. I turned my ex because I just wanted to fuck a girl and he was the closest person, I knew, that looked like one."

"So…you're gay too?"

"Bisexual, actually."

Nicolas crosses his arms, "That's…cool…and weird…and somewhat hot…but weird. So…back to the mind reading thing."

"I invocated a spell that would allow him to forget about me. Well, at least the part about us dating. We've been friends since we were six years old and I didn't want our friendship to go away."

"So…he gets to be all happy and gay while you live with the heartbreak? That's a little unfair, don't you think?"

"I would really explain all of that but, that would probably take all night and I think some of the fun we've had between us is dying down. All I'm saying is that I think you should know at least that much about me before you start making anymore plans."

Nicolas steps up to her, "I have no problem with you being what you are. So long as you're real with me, I'm cool."

Kiyoni's relieved, "Really?"

He nods his head before finally getting that kiss. As waves continue to wash along the shore, the two embrace each other as their kiss increases in intimacy. During their romantic moment, Nicolas takes the opportunity to gently slide his hands down to Kiyoni's backside. They establish a mental conversation. "What do you think you're doing," Kiyoni asks.

"Whoa, I can hear you," he determines, "Uh, can you hear me?"

"Yes, I can hear you. Are you trying to touch my butt?"

"Are you giving me permission?"

Kiyoni breaks from the kiss, turning around so that her bum is against his groin. The bulge in his briefs is clearly at attention. "Is that better for you," she flirtatiously inquires.

"Yeah, but I'm more of a 'hands-on' guy. I am a booty man."

"I've noticed a few times," her body starts to shiver a little.

Taking notice, Nicolas embraces Kiyoni even more, "If you're cold, I got you."

"I think my swimming urge has gone away. We should go."

"Are you sure? We have this entire beach to ourselves." He kisses her cheek again.

"I'm sure. We can come back another time. I want to at least put on my jacket."

"As you wish." Nicolas leads her back to where they left their clothes.

Along the way, Kiyoni thinks, "Hm. That's something he used to say…"

Nicolas hears her thoughts and makes a declaration, "Okay, since we're gonna be honest with each other, I think I should let you know a few things about me. One, I'm not gay. That's for damn sure. Two, I am, no way in hell, that other guy," he faces her before they dress, "So three, you don't have to compare me to him. In fact, just don't. We're nothing alike and do you know why?" Kiyoni shakes her head. He places a hand on Kiyoni's left cheek, "Because you're here with me. And by the looks of things, you're happier that way. I can definitely appreciate you more than he ever did. And that's real."

Kiyoni kisses his palm, "I'd like that." They kiss again.


A short time later, fully dressed, the two cruise the streets of southern California again in search of a new hangout spot. Kiyoni looks up at the night sky again in an attempt to see the stars. Looking back down at her date she asks, "So, where are we going now?"

"There's a nice little hillside that I know of. We can see L.A. from there," he replies.

"Shut up! I love doing stuff like that," she exclaims. Nicolas looks back at her with a satisfactory and proud smile.

Listening to the radio, the song "It was a Good Day" by California's own Ice Cube, becomes the momentary soundtrack for their trip. Kiyoni's favorite part comes up, "Shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em," she raps along while pretending to shake some dice.

Nicolas is impressively amused, "What 'chu know about this?"

"Uh, duh. My mom is American. I grew up listening to this," she confirms.

Arriving at their destination, Nicolas parks the car within rest area. Kiyoni immediately hops out of the vehicle to get a better view of the city while he watches from the driver's seat. While Kiyoni is amazed by the lights and structure of downtown L.A., Nicolas admires Kiyoni's frame once again. The brightness of the car's headlights does her body some much appreciated justice. Nicolas takes the opportunity to play DJ. After choosing the right song, he pulls the car up closer to his date and puts it in park. Shifting to the backseat, Nicolas invites Kiyoni to join him, she does.

The two sit in the backseat with Nicolas's right arm around his lady love. She relaxes on his shoulder, still taking in the sights. "This is nice, Nicolas," she complements.

"Glad you like it," he says in an appreciative tone.

Looking at the tears of his jeans, Kiyoni traces along the patches, lightly tickling his thigh. Nicolas's leg twitches from the sensation. She does it for a second time, the leg twitches again. The third time around, he tightens his embrace, "What are doing? Stop that."

"You have ticklish legs," Kiyoni playfully responds. She goes at it for a fourth time, but Nicolas stops her by grabbing her wrist. Kiyoni seductively stares into his eyes, he follows suit. The two share a kiss yet again. It starts off slow, then it picks up a little. To increase their passion, Kiyoni climbs aboard Nicolas's lap with some slight assistance by him. They continue their make-out session when the two wrap their arms around each other again. A new song plays in the background. Feeling adventurous, Nicolas goes for Kiyoni's bottom again. Realizing that she's not putting up a fight, he gives the derriere a couple of squeezes.

"Mm," Kiyoni hums.

From her end, Kiyoni takes the time to read his thoughts:

"Man, this girl is perfect. Smart, beautiful, incredibly sexy. And on top of that, she's a vampire who can read minds? Oh shit, she can't hear me now, can she?"

Kiyoni puts the kiss on pause, her voice soothing yet desirable, "I can." She kisses him again. Feeling hot, Kiyoni's jacket comes off again, so does Nicolas's. The hold they have on each other, tightens. Nicolas makes some more moves. The butterfly kisses along her neck, arouses Kiyoni to the point where her red eyes and fangs come out. She can feel her sexual and hematic appetite growing. He can feel his package increasing in size as well. Nicolas makes an attempt to explore more of Kiyoni's body, but she stops him.

"Wait a second," Kiyoni catches her breath in order to avoid bringing out her vampire form.

"What's wrong," he wonders, "Was it something I did?"

"No, it wasn't you. It's just…when I get overly excited, my body starts to change. Since I just told you about what I am, I don't think now's the time to show you that side of me yet."

"'Change'? Like how?"

"I'm sure you noticed the wings on my back. Those become real, for example."

"A vampire witch who can read minds and fly? That sounds super fucking awesome."

"Thank you and I prefer you use the term 'sorceress' instead of 'witch'."

"Sorry, 'sorceress' it is." He pulls her in for another kiss. Kiyoni guides Nicolas's arms around her waist. Not long after, they resume their previous movements.

He kisses Kiyoni's neck again. Her bloody cravings overcome her sexual ones. She breaks from her date for another time. "Were you changing again," he whispers.

"I can't hold it in anymore," she realizes, "I'm sorry for doing this but, would it be alright if I…drink from you?"

Nicolas stares into Kiyoni's vampire eyes. Although it is believed that vampires have frightening or intimidating eyes, her eyes are innocent and thirsty. He gives his answer, "I told you back at Heisler, so long as you're honest with me, I'm cool. If you want to drink my blood, I'm all for it."

Elated, Kiyoni goes for it, lifting Nicolas's shirt by the bottom hem, revealing his fit physique. Tracing a fingernail along the abdomen, she gives him a complement, "Nice abs."

"Thank you," says a grateful Nicolas, "Had to keep it up for you."

Kiyoni gazes at Nicolas with a warm smile before leaning in for another kiss.

During her ritual, he confirms, "This isn't gonna be like…be really painful, is it?"

Before reaching for the neck, Kiyoni whispers in his ear, "So long as you stay relaxed, it shouldn't hurt too much." Taking the left side of Nicolas's neck into consideration, Kiyoni searches for a sweet spot using her tongue and ears. She finds his most sensitive spot by listening to his reactions. Fangs at the ready, Kiyoni takes a bite.

"Ah," he exclaims as his efforts at reaching stability go into motion. He can feel the warm, small streams of his blood trickle down near the shoulder blade and chest areas.

In her opinion, virgin blood was the way to go. However, given that Nicolas is offering himself to fulfill her need, she'll take it anyway. With one of her desires quenched, Kiyoni uses her blood to heal the wound, cleaning up the stains with her tongue, much to his satisfaction. "I think that's everything. Are you okay from that," she assesses.

Nicolas takes a moment to get his wits together, "Yeah, I'm good. That was new and hot," he responds. They share a laugh.

Moving on, Kiyoni's top comes off again, showing off her strapless bra. He goes in for her chest. Kiyoni laughs at his bold moves, cradling his head as if he's a small child. Pretty soon, the bra comes off, giving her C-cups time to breathe. Nicolas likes what he sees, paying special attention to her perfectly-sized nipples. "Ah," Kiyoni throws her back, as he introduces his mouth to her bosom.

Taking advantage of the space of the back seat, Kiyoni lies down. Nicolas watches her and gets into position, passion and lust in both their eyes. He kisses her for a few more seconds before travelling down her body. In all honesty, Nicolas would rather drive down Kiyoni's curves than drive the real curves of southern California.

Stopping at her waist, he turns on his gentleman charm, "Would you mind?"

Kiyoni shakes her head, "You've already seen me up top. Might as well see the bottom."

Nicolas mentally laughs, "'Bottom'…" With some assistance from her, Nicolas removes both her jeans and underwear. The heart shape bush he sees, puts a smile on his face, "Not bad." Kiyoni nervously bites her bottom lip.

Testing her waters, Nicolas grazes Kiyoni's genitalia with his thumb. "Ooh," she coos. He keeps at it until her essence starts to flow. Kiyoni sits up so that he can use the room. Like Trey Songz, Nicolas dives in, starting with her opening and toying with her hooded lady. Kiyoni is in heaven. The sensation of his tongue against her love bean is orgasmic for the young vampire.

After dining on her southern cuisine, Nicolas reclines the driver's seat all the way back. Getting an idea, Kiyoni makes a suggestion, "Umm, there's something else you should know."

"What is it," Nicolas lies back in his seat.

Reaching for her jacket, Kiyoni takes out a couple of marbles, "We'll need these."

"What are those for?"

"Remember when I said that I practice magic? I do so with these," she gives one to her companion, "Here. Swallow this."

Nicolas examines the marble in his hand, "This isn't some type of drug, is it? This country has too many drug addicts as is."

Kiyoni laughs, "No, silly. Not like that. Just take it." They both ingest a marble simultaneously.

"So, what happens now? Do I get to be a vampire?" He's suddenly excited.

Kiyoni laughs again as she straddles him and takes off her shoes, "No, but you get to fuck one without anyone noticing. Those marbles are part of an invisibility spell. If anyone sees us, they'll just think the car is haunted or something." She unbuckles his pants, "And as far as sound goes, we'll just use our inside voices," she points to her head.

"Ohh, I got you," he displays a carnal smile, "But first things first…" Before his pants come off completely, he reaches inside his left front pocket and pulls out a golden package, one Kiyoni sees for the first time.

"What's that?"

Nicolas laughs this time, "A magnum. You never seen one before?"

Kiyoni shakes her head, "What's it for?"

With another smile, Nicolas answers her question. Kiyoni is marveled, "Oh, wow. Now I see." She bites her bottom lip again in anticipation.

"All set, Miss Lady," he reclines back again, "Ready for a test ride?" Kiyoni seductively crawls forward for another kiss before introducing her second set of lips to Nicolas's member, descending on his wood with a gentle, "Aaaah." She then takes a few moments to adjust, the difference between this Johnson and the last feels instantly significant. Her hips begin to move while her hands are placed on his sculpted chest.

As she picks up speed, Nicolas takes a firm grip on her hips, "I wonder how loud she gets," he contemplates.

Through telepathy, Kiyoni answers, "You'll find out soon enough." His eyebrows go skyward by that answer.

Kiyoni shifts her hands from his chest to his legs. The slight shift allows Nicolas's schlong to penetrate Kiyoni's box at a different angle. The new sensation arouses Kiyoni even more. Cries of "Oooh, Ha! Oh, shit" echo in his mind. He closes his eyes, succumbing to the feel of Kiyoni's inner walls. Realizing whom he's with, Nicolas's eyes pop back open. A beauty like Kiyoni riding him is something he wants to observe every second of. The sight of her breasts bouncing up and down with every stroke of her hips is hypnotizing.

He reaches for her twins, Kiyoni's hands meet his. "I thought you were a booty man," she states.

"I am. I just want to show love to the rest of your body," he affirms. Kiyoni closes her eyes and throws her head back again, giving herself a few moments to enjoy his boner. Sounds of Kiyoni's essence squelching against Nicolas's groin area mix in with the background music.

Mentally, all Nicolas can hear is "Oh, Nicolas…you feel so good…you feel so, so good…oh, I can't stop…so good…"

A satisfactory smile overcomes him, "We're only halfway through, my dear." If Nicolas was a demon, he would have horns the size of his dong right now.

"Halfway? What do you mean," Kiyoni stops riding.

"Turn around," he suggests, "I wanna see what that booty do." She obliges. Along the way, she grabs Nicolas's hat and places it on her head. Although, he's strict about his hat, the way Kiyoni looks with it on impresses him, "You lucky I like you." Kiyoni wiggles her bum with a wink. "Girl, don't you tease me with that thing," he warns.

"The last one didn't want to handle this (*smack*) thing anymore," Kiyoni challenges her date again, "Think you can?"

Nicolas cups his hands in a "come here" fashion, "Come to daddy…"

Kiyoni slowly lowers her caboose. Now Nicolas has his sights on Kiyoni's rearview. As she resumes her riding, she places one hand on the edge of the driver's seat and the other on the steering wheel. Nicolas can't help but marvel at Kiyoni's bubble. The position of her angel wings above her rump gives Nicolas a mental note to go to church in the near future, so that he may properly praise the holy powers that be for blessing him with this gift.

"Oh, Nicolas…you feel so fucking good," she gives him her praises, "Please…spank me. Please spank me, Nicolas. I've been such a bad girl lately."

Like a genie, Nicolas grants her wish. Using both his hands, he smacks Kiyoni's fanny. "Ha! Again…" she urges. Another smack, raises her volume, "Again…" Another smack, "Again!" One for good measure, "Oh...shit, yes," she cries.

Upright and using her companion's torso for support, Kiyoni goes off like a child on a pogo stick, those spankings turned her on like nobody's business. Nicolas's eyes are completely frozen on Kiyoni's ass. If only he had some baby oil, he would use it on his date so that her bottom can actually shine and wiggle like a bubble. "Ah…fuck, mmm…oh…shit…ah, fuck this feels so good," Kiyoni feels an orgasm coming on. She leans back a little bit more, the ends of her hair brush against Nicolas's abs.

"Enjoying yourself," she asks with glee.

"Most definitely," he replies, "But…" He pushes Kiyoni forward so that she grabs the steering wheel again. With one hand on her shoulder and the other on her hip, he drives Kiyoni to her sexual destination. Using his lower body, he acts as a reverse pile driver inside Kiyoni's pleasure pocket. The sensation is incredible to the both of them.

"Oh, shit I'm cumming," Kiyoni announces.

"Fuck, me too," he chimes in, increasing his speed. With a few more thrusts from the both of them, they climax simultaneously. Orgasmic wails echo along the hillside, so much for the invisibility spell.

Nicolas falls back in his seat to catch his breath, "Holy…fuck," he concludes.

Composed, Kiyoni looks back at Nicolas, "I guess you can handle it."

"I told you…I was a booty man…shit."

Understanding that Nicolas is more drained than he should be, Kiyoni turns herself around again to kiss him, "How's that?"

"What was that for?"

"I'm also a bit of a…psychic vampire. I may have taken more of your energy than I should. I hope that kiss helps."

"Yeah…I think so."

Kiyoni grabs Nicolas's jacket and uses it as a makeshift blanket, covering their lower bodies. She then rests her head on his chest. As a vampire, she gets a kick out of hearing her partner's heartbeat. Nicolas embraces her once again after taking back his hat.

"That was better than I thought," she concludes.

"I told you, I'm not like that other guy," he informs, "All I needed was for you to give me a chance."

"Nicolas…thank you."

"For what?"

"For being different. I like different."

Nicolas kisses the top of Kiyoni's head, "You're welcome." For the next two hours, the lovers rest underneath the stars of southern California. After waking up and getting dressed, they depart for home, perfectly ending the most perfect night of nights.


This was a fan requested chapter with my OC. Honestly, not only was this another challenge, but it's also the longest chapter I have ever written. The fan in

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