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Raindrop: Glad you liked the twist! Oh Marko and his revenge has been great to write about! He was always my favourite vampire out of the four. The most interesting for me. He was always this sadistic killer hiding behind a softer facade, a young man who seemed cheeky at the most but there was always more to him. Fascinating character study. :) Thanks for reviewing.

Bernice kicked open the door to an abandoned club. She took hold of her sister, swinging Bridget's arm over her neck and snaking her own around the shivering girl's waist. She glanced at her sister who was a chalky colour. The red of her blood was dark and vivid against the pale hue of her neck. She leaned against Bernice, dragging her feet and forcing herself to keep walking despite feeling like her muscles were giving up. She felt herself being moved, pushed down to the ground.

"Sit down," Bernice ordered and Bridget obeyed, groaning slightly.

"I feel really cold," she murmured, shuddering. Despite having her leather jacket, her entire body felt like she had been dipped in ice.

Bernice studied the bite wound on her sister's neck. She could hear Bridget's heart beat slowing by the second, the thumps becoming fainter. Her breathing was short and shallow. A slight rasp to it.

"You're dying. Charlotte tore right into your vein."

There was a quiver in her sister's lips before she hardened her gaze. It lasted seconds before she began shaking again. "Fucking comforting," she said, although her voice cracked.

"You need to know."

Bridget swallowed, fighting back the tears. "You got me out of there."

A faint smile crept up onto Bernice's face. It was almost reminiscent of her older sister's bright, gentle one but the eyes remained cold. There was a constant hardness to her sister now, and not even smiling got rid of it.

"I'm not at that completely distant stage, I guess. But I stepped in because I can help you now," she said.

Bridget frowned, ready to question because she was sure Bernice had already helped by getting her out of there.

"I would have let you fight. I know you can take care of yourself," Bernice said. "But this is an injury you're not going to survive and I can do something about that." She gripped her sister's cold hands, squeezing the fingers and her smile widened. "I have the perfect solution."

"The perfect…?" Bridget's eyes widened, suddenly catching on. Understanding what that almost manic looking grin on Bernice's face was for.

"No."

"Brid, it's perfect. You and me. No aging and no rules."

"Your pack wants me dead."

"Charlotte wants you dead," Bernice corrected her. "If I'm honest, I don't think Logan is particularly keen on her being around. She wasn't happy with me turning but Logan stood up for me."

Bridget managed a wry smile. "Fucking gentleman," she hissed out.

"He's not so bad. He looks out for us."

Bridget was ready to argue. If she had the strength to, she would have screamed in Bernice's face how Logan was evil and her enemy as well not too long ago. A vampire was evil and it was as simple as that. But before she could even speak, she coughed and felt sore and tired. Splatters of her blood had landed on the floor and she tasted copper on her lips. She couldn't argue. What was the point? Bernice was a vampire now and she was loyal to those filthy bloodsuckers. All she really wanted to do now was close her eyes. It felt good to let her lids shut…

"Brid, wake up!"

"What's happening?"

It was a new voice. Male and slightly monotonous. Feet marched across to them. Quick, confident stomps against the sticky floor of the old bar.

"Alan, she's dying," Bernice said, moving aside so Alan could kneel down.

Bridget forced her eyes to open when she felt fingertips on her cheek. His pale, blood stained face smiled at her when she looked at him.

"I'll turn her," he said.

"No." Bridget feebly shook her head. Her voice was barely a whisper. Faint and weak. "You're monsters."

"Do you want to die? It's change now or die. Let me help." He began to brush strands of her hair out of her face before he raised his wrist to his mouth. Bridget opened her mouth to protest but he bit into the skin with his teeth.

"I won't become a vampire," she said.

He smiled at her. "That's what I used to say."

She was almost too far gone to fight back. He pressed his bloody wrist against her lips, supporting her head with his other hand. At first Bridget refused, not opening her mouth. But she quickly needed air and reluctantly she gasped to breathe. The blood trickled in, going straight down her throat. A surge of energy engulfed her and she felt stronger, more in control of her body. She hadn't realised she had lifted her hands to grip onto his wrist, greedily drinking more before he pulled away and she growled, leaning her head forward for more.

"That's enough," he said, laughing. He gently pushed her back. She licked her lips, savouring the delicious, rich taste.

"Feel better?" Alan asked, going back to stroking the strands of her hair.

She nodded, eyes flickering around her surroundings as everything became sharper and brighter. Her hand reached up to her neck, fingertips gently prodding at the area of her neck that should have been rough and torn. But the skin was smooth again. No trace at all that her neck had been bitten into it.

"You could have left me to die," she said to him.

"You're my girlfriend. I wasn't going to let that happen."

She let him lean closer, forgetting that Bernice was with them and accepted his kiss, catching his top lips between hers. She lifted a hand up to his cheek, palm pressed against his cold skin before moving up to his hair where she threaded her fingers through. She could taste the blood of his first victim from his mouth and there was a strange rumbling noise. Someone growling and she quickly realised it was her. She stopped, pulling away and moving a hand to her mouth but when she sniffed the air and caught the scent she growled again. This time her stomach also cramped.

"Shit!" She winced, hand on her stomach.

"Do you want to feed now?" Bernice asked.

"No!" Bridget stood up, staggering away from the both of them. Her movements were fast, dashing up in the blink of an eye. She began to shake again, folding her arms across her as some sort of shield. "This was a mistake!"

"You were about to die," Alan said, standing up to face her. "There'd be no coming back from that."

"Unless you wanted to die. You're only sixteen," Bernice pointed out.

Bridget dipped her head slightly. What a stupid remark. Of course she didn't want to die, especially at such a young age. But she was already disliking the side effects to being saved from death. Her throat felt dry, despite having just drunk Alan's blood. There was an ache to satisfy that dryness, to go and hunt now, ripping into someone's throat. That urge to kill was already awakening and if she was feeling like this seconds into becoming a half vampire then what chance did she have to keep it all under control?

But… that was Alan's blood, she thought and her lips parted as she looked in his direction.

"If I want to become human again, I have to kill the Head Vampire. And that's the vampire whose blood turned me half," she said, continuing to feel her body tremble. He was staring back at her calmly, acting unsurprised by this news. She shook her head.

"I can't kill you," she said.

He smiled. "That's good news."

"Then how the fuck am I supposed to become human?" She growled and threw her arm forward. It collided with a pillar and that should have been absolute agony. But she barely felt the knock, her fist going straight through the wall. Easy as breaking the shell of an egg. She whimpered, slowly bringing her fist back out. The pain may not have been excruciating but the skin on her knuckles were grazed, cut and bleeding.

"Bridget." Her sister sighed as she came over and took her hand, examining the cut. "You know, it's not so bad. Being a vampire, that is."

Bridget glanced at Alan. "How do you feel?"

"It's kind of amazing," he admitted. "Everything was a struggle and now I feel like I'm free of that."

"And you won't be alone. You'll have me and Alan," Bernice added. "We'll stick together."

She felt pulled by her sister's words. They were two people she cared for and loved more than anything else in the world. Her older sister and her best friend, now boyfriend. It felt like a tear in her heart, cruelly shredded into pieces from the knowledge that they had been taken away from her and there was an urge to accept and follow so she didn't have to lose them.

No. You need to be stronger than that, Bridget thought. They're gone. Accept it so you can move on.

When she opened her mouth to argue, her voice was caught in her throat. She shut her lips, pressing them tightly together. This was all harder than it should be.

"Not everything is so black and white, Brid," Bernice said, after poking into her thoughts.

"Get out of my head," her sister snapped, speaking through her teeth.

"Things get complicated when you're attached to people."

"Then… I'll learn to hate the both of you!" She knew that must have sounded incredibly childish but she didn't care. Neither did Bernice and Alan as they grinned at her. Alan shook his head, stepping towards her so he could snake his arms around her waist and his forehead rested against hers.

"You're going to hate us?"

She nodded sharply but she was experiencing that familiar quiver in her chest. The one she always seemed to be getting now if he kissed or held her.

"It's hate you or be like you."

"I know this is one of your worst nightmares but trust me, I feel better than ever."

"So you're okay with this? Going around and killing innocent people?" She frowned, shaking her head slowly. This wasn't her Alan. The real one, she realised, had died and disappeared for good in that theatre. The moment he bit into that boy's throat.

"It's just something I have to do now," he said and she looked for any trace of remorse but there was nothing. "If I want to survive, I'll need to feed. It's too late to go back now."

But not too late for me, she thought. There must be another cure.

She stayed quiet, nodding and slipping out of his arms. But his fingers found hers and he tilted his head to see her face.

"Did you want to die?" he asked.

She sighed. "No."

"I didn't want to see you dead."

She nodded. "I think I would have wanted to do the same."

Her words were true. Horrific but true. She knew if it had been Alan or Bernice dying and she had been the full vampire, she would have done the same to them. Forever was a long time to spend it alone.

The three of them both turned to the doors. Two sets of footsteps. Alan tapped into the minds, hearing mental mutterings of Logan and Ruby. Marko and Charlotte weren't with them. Bridget noticed Alan had shifted so he was in front of her and she was behind him.

"I'm a half vampire," she reminded him and she fought back a shudder at hearing herself admit that. "I can fight and take care of myself."

"And still arrogant." He smirked back at her. "Don't be getting into fights with these two."

They both looked towards the entrance as Logan and Ruby descended down the stairs.

"Well, tonight has been eventful," Logan declared. He went to lean against the bar, tilting his head when he saw Bridget and sighed at Alan. "I had a feeling you'd go and do that. You or Bernice."

Ruby walked over to a table with her hands on her hips as she muttered to herself. For a vampire she looked weary and she hoisted herself onto the table. The look she flashed Alan was almost troubled. She frowned, lines creasing in her forehead.

Logan could scold him and Ruby could frown at him as much they wanted. Alan's mind had been made up the minute he saw how bad Bridget's bite was. Maybe a lot of his decision was to do with that part of him that was still human Alan. Part of him still saw her as his best friend and girlfriend and he wanted that to continue. She was the protective girl who claimed she had his back no matter what and he had the ability to repay and look out for her. She might have been scared of his change and desperate for him to return human but she had continued to stand by him the longer he had stayed a half vampire.

"Do you blame him? This was your idea." Ruby waved her hand at Bridget. "You're so busy predicting how she's going to let her connections cloud her judgement but you never stopped to think about how attached these two would still be."

There was a yellow glow in Bridget's eyes and her mouth twisted into a scowl. "You turned Alan and Bernice because of me? What the fuck?"

"Don't take it too personally," Logan said.

"I will fucking take it personally!" she hissed, letting her teeth lengthen. She tried to move forward, hoping to threaten and intimidate but she felt Bernice grab her hand.

"Calm down, doll. You had very close connection. If these two turned I knew you wouldn't want to kill them. That's all I wanted. You to argue and split from the gang because of how you felt. There. One less hunter. Of course, I'd told Charlotte she could also have you for a snack but… well… this happened."

"That doesn't sound any better," Bridget snarled. "You've ruined everything!"

"You still have your boyfriend and sister. Quit complaining."

"They're fucking vampires!"

"And so are you," Logan pointed out. "Take a look at Alan and Bernice, Bridget. You'll be just like them shortly. You're pretty much one of us already. The one, tiny difference is that you haven't killed yet. And you will. That's your only barrier. Being a vampire hunter doesn't make you immune to the hunger. These two can prove that." He nodded to Alan and Bernice.

"The quicker you get on with the kill, the better," Ruby added.

"Don't worry about Charlotte and Marko," Logan said. "We'll sort them out."

"You're getting rid of them?" Bernice asked.

Logan shrugged although there was a slight pained look as he spoke. "They're not loyal," he explained, sounding genuinely regretful. "They have their own ideas, they're temperamental and careless. Complete trouble and I'm getting tired of them. But you three, I like. Actually, I admire your whole team of hunters but, like I've said, vacancies to join our little family are limited. I can't take all of you."

"You weren't supposed to be taking Bridget," Ruby said. "They're all going to be at each other's throats."

"Five of us are manageable. I don't turn away a vampire, even a half." He beamed at his new recruits. "Welcome to your new family."

I don't want a new family, Bridget thought, glaring at Logan. She half expected him to stretch out his arms for a welcome hug. She didn't know what Alan and Bernice thought but as far as she was concerned this wasn't going to be her family. Her sister and boyfriend were gone and she had to accept that.

"We better make a move," Ruby said. "Just in case Marko and Charlotte want round two."

"What did you do?" Bernice asked.

"Well, we had words and I got pissed, doll," Logan said before he scowled at the memory of the fight. "Unfortunately, Charlotte fled and Marko managed to snap my neck. They've disappeared but they'll be back. And I'll have to put a stop to them."

"I thought vampires would avoid doing that to their own kind," Bridget said, raising an eyebrow.

"It's a different matter when one of your own kind decides to attack."

"The problem is that Marko has his own specific ideas of how he wants to carry out revenge and he wanted all of you to die," Ruby explained.

"But how suspicious would a whole circle of friends disappearing be? Even these lazy cops would take action. I know what Marko's pack got up to, you know. Killing people who pissed them off. It was careless and I'm surprise nobody was catching on. They were foolish," Logan said. "Hopefully you three won't cause trouble."

His gaze met Bridget's briefly before smiling at Alan and Bernice. Bridget pursed her lips, arms folded and she was partly insulted that she came to his mind first but also planning on being exactly that. Trouble. She wasn't his new recruit, as he seemed to see the three of them.

"Don't look so sour faced, doll," Logan said, chuckling. "Half vampires can be trouble. All those human emotions you still have, you know."

"They get in the way," Ruby added. "So if you could kill as soon as possible, that'd be great."

After what they had done to Alan and Bernice, forcing the both of them to turn by flaunting blood in their faces, Bridget felt her heart beating against her chest at a quickening pace. Logan snickered, raising his hands up.

"Calm down. Tonight, we need to find shelter to avoid Marko and Charlotte for now. I can't be bothered to deal with two whining vampires. And the rest of your hunter gang will realise you're gone. We need a place to shelter, somewhere none of them will look.

"DeCosta," Bernice said. "It's a neighbourhood and completely run down. Most houses are abandoned and squats for the homeless."

"We wouldn't even set foot there to hunt vampires," Alan added.

Stop helping them find shelter, Bridget thought, tempted to scream at the both of them. She shot Alan a glare who frowned back at her when he caught the expression on her face.

"Okay. We'll try that. But we need to go now. I can feel the day creeping closer," Logan said.

Bridget followed them to the rundown neighbourhood of DeCosta. With her stomach cramping for blood, she didn't dare go home in case she lost control at the first whiff of blood. And she had no idea where to go herself. If Marko and Charlotte were still out there, Charlotte especially, Bridget needed numbers. Being alone, even as a half vampire, would be vulnerable.

DeCosta was a mess. A rough, crumbling mess. It was a small neighbourhood with more people on the streets than in houses. It was near the outskirts of Santa Carla. Not many people who lived in the seaside town liked to admit DeCosta was part of their area, even though Santa Carla as a whole was a crime infested disaster and had been aptly named Murder Capital of the World. But DeCosta was deprived. Schools that were infamous for low attainment and more juvenile delinquents than successful graduates. The houses around them were shambles. Windows broken. Bars on windows and doors. Graffiti sprayed everywhere. Gangs of teenagers hung around on the corners, waiting for someone to come wandering by alone so they could get their kicks for the night. There had been plea after plea for money to be spent on the area to improve and completely revamp the neighbourhood. But higher powers in Santa Carla were well-known for not giving a shit on their troubled town.

The pack stopped at the first house they came across where Ruby marched over to the back door and twisted the lock. It swung open slowly, gently knocking the counter behind it. Everyone had been waiting, standing in the jungle of a garden, long blades of grass coming up to their knees. Bridget kept back, even standing away from Alan and Bernice. Her eyes flickered up to the first floor where she saw the shadow of someone darting away from the window.

Shit, she thought. There were already people here and she glanced back at the vampires who were walking into the house. Bernice peered back once before beckoning her with her head and, with a sigh, Bridget followed. She stepped into the house, finding herself in a kitchen that had wallpaper peeling off the walls and there was a crumbled sleeping bag in the corner of the dirty, tiled floor.

"There are people here," she said and paused. She could actually hear their breathing, knowing it was coming from directly above her.

"Easy hunt," Logan said, grinning at her and gestured to the doorway of the kitchen. "You're more than welcome to have first choice."

Her stomach growled 'yes' and she felt her teeth ache. There was no denying it; of course she was tempted to have a bite. The thought of tasting blood was already appealing and sending twisting cramps through her. She wanted race upstairs to find the people who cowered away. The people whose hearts beat frantically and made the smell of their blood richer…

Stop thinking about it!

She spoke through gritted teeth. "No. I'm fine."

"Well, I'm starving," Ruby said and flashed her fangs at everyone, especially Bridget. "And I could do with an easy kill after a long night."

She cackled once and turned on her heel, dashing towards the stairs and darted up. Bernice followed, marching straight into the hallway without any hesitation and Bridget called her name, taking a few steps forward with her hands on her hips.

"What the fuck?" Bridget's eyebrows furrowed and that scowl came back onto her face.

"I'm hungry," Bernice said, without any apologetic tone. Instead, she shrugged casually. "It's too late for me too. I turned and this is it. Like Alan said, it's something I have to do now."

Before Bridget could reply, her sister began to walk towards the stairs and made her way up. She just caught the quick glimpse of a smile on Bernice's face and she shuddered, eyes avoiding Logan's gaze before he followed the girls. It was seconds before she and Alan heard the screams and growls. Bridget jumped at the thuds of somebody being thrown against the walls and she ducked her head. The vampire hunter in her should have raced in to help them. She was faster and stronger. She could have done something. But instead she stayed still, not making a single move to step in because there was a part of her that actually ached to join in and it felt stronger than the part of her who still wanted to help and save people. Much stronger.

She looked back at Alan who was closing the back door.

"I suppose you want to go up and join them too?" she asked.

"I've already fed," he said and turned to her. "I'm fine. For now."

She shuddered at his words and marched out. She went straight for the living room where only a sofa and a chair had been left. She collapsed on the sofa as she took off her jacket, coughing at the cloud of dust that exploded up while Alan leaned against the doorway. He tilted his head as he crossed an ankle over the other and folded his arms. She couldn't help take in his appearance, not really feeling that everything had sunk in. There he stood, still dressed like a soldier in a baggy camouflage jacket and trousers but looking just as pale as the vampires. In some ways he still looked like Alan but also different. It was the way he moved. Quiet and agile. A true predator now.

"Why did you do it?" she asked. "You just gave everything up. You could have – no, you should have controlled it."

"How are you controlling your thirst right now? You saw what happened. Logan drew blood and there was no way I was going to be able to walk away from that. The hunger was too much."

She slumped further into the seat, gritting her teeth together and when he saw her jaw twitch, he knew had made a point and she was reluctantly agreeing with it. He recognised those little actions all too well and he closed the door to the living room as he came further in. He gestured to the sofa.

"Can I sit down?" he asked.

She shrugged and shuffled across, giving him space to drop down. More dust flew about, making her nose twitch.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I couldn't wait to go after them and this happens." She gestured between them, an idle wave of her hand.

"It's fine."

"You're just saying that."

"Brid, I'm fine. Honestly. I feel so much better. We both knew I wasn't going to fight this for much longer. They were going to win. It wasn't your fault I was turned in the first place."

Bridget tightened her fists. "No you're right. Charlotte." She spat her former friend's name out, scowling like she had tasted something sour.

"She's going to fucking pay," she said and a growl rumbled. She straightened up in one abrupt movement, clearing her throat and looking away. Alan could see red appearing on her cheeks as her chin dipped.

Deep breaths… count to ten… happy thoughts…

"She almost killed me," she whispered and her hand went back to her neck. She rubbed at the healed skin, thinking back to the theatre. She couldn't help focus on what the pain had been like. Sharp points cutting into her skin, digging deeper until a vein ruptured and the gushing of blood, wetting her neck and clothes. Bridget found herself shaking her again, anger replaced with horror as her eyes widened at the continuing memory. She felt herself weakening. A struggle to breathe and to move her own body. Death was creeping closer. A clawed hand reaching out to drag her to the afterlife and Bridget had never felt so terrified. She was only sixteen. Still months away from turning seventeen. It was too young.

As soon as her horror came, the anger came rushing back with a vengeance. Her former best friend had tried to kill her. End her life because she had a frightening obsession over Alan. That was always what it had been about. Winning Alan, even when he had clearly shown he was not interested in her. Charlotte had ruined lives all because of a boy and she felt her fists tighten again.

She tried to think of anything that would stop this constant burst of anger. She could already feel herself wanting to act on it. Her hands shook from forcing it into control until she felt fingers wrapping around them. She glanced at Alan's hands on hers, before looking his way.

"I already hate this. This anger is terrifying. I feel like I have thousand emotions flooding me all at once and I can't control any of them." she said and took a deep breath in again, her heart jumping up in her chest at Alan's touch. Even hand holding tingled her skin and she snatched her hands back, folding her arms tightly against her chest.

"Say that I had managed to escape the theatre. Or I was safe at home but you had still turned. Would that have been it for us? Or would you have still turned me?" she asked.

"I would have turned you," Alan admitted. His answer was straight forward and honest, too much like her old Alan and she hated that. If he was going to be a vampire, couldn't he at least look different? Sound different? Everything was almost the same. Same clothes, same smile, same gestures. It would be so much easier if he had completely altered himself. It was the same for her sister as well. Bernice still looked like the gentle, blonde and girlish human she used to be. It was hard to bring herself to part from them when they were still acting like the same people.

"Guess I'm like you. I have close attachments," he said. "And I'm still feeling that, while that life is still fresh in my memories."

She nodded. "The only thing is it's caused us both problems. You've turned me and pissed off Charlotte. And I know I won't be able to kill you to become human again. I don't want to."

"Why do they have to be problems?" he asked. He had shuffled closer to her, unable to help a smile form on his face when he heard her heart beat pick up. Every little inch closer sped her pulse up as she glimpsed at him from the corner of her eye and her skin prickled again when his fingers brushed against her arm.

"I don't think it's fair that we become close and take everything to the next level just to have vampires come between us both," he added and leaned forward to press his lips against hers.

Her lips tugged up in a smile, enjoying how normal it still felt to kiss him. Like everything that had been happening lately, especially tonight, had never occurred and they were only the best friends who discovered their feelings towards each other were more than platonic. Kissing was a comfort she felt she needed after everything that had been happening lately. It was an escape.

"I was only trying to save you," he said, breaking once to before kissing her again.

"I know," she whispered. "I would have done the same thing."

She saw his normal brown eyes staring back at her. He was still close, forehead resting against hers. Again, an old gesture that kept her smile showing and this time she was the one who leaned forward. Her hand snaked to the back of his neck, lips found his, and she suddenly found herself falling forward, noticing that his hands were gripped onto her hips as he pulled her back with him.

"Um… Alan?" She lifted herself up, peering back before turning to raise an eyebrow at him. He was flat on his back, grinning up at her. She sat up but stayed straddling him, crossing her arms and stared down at him.

"We really shouldn't," she said but it was hard to say no when Alan's fingertips were tickling the skin on her arms as they ran up and down. "I don't think you're supposed to until a certain time."

She shuffled off, moving to the other side of the sofa and folded her arms, also crossing one leg over the other. Her eyebrows had knitted together in a frown as she stared at the floor and chewed on her bottom lip. Her heart thudded madly against her chest, so fast she thought it was about to burst out. She tried not to glance at him as he sat back up. He cleared his throat, shoulders slumping as he suddenly looked younger than his seventeen years.

"Sorry," he said. "Just been wanting to since I realised that I wanted you to be more than a friend. We don't have to if you don't want to."

She continued to bite her lip. She wasn't quite sure if she had already been getting curious about this as a human or whether everything she felt was suddenly intensified and hard to resist as a half vampire. But her first reaction felt impulsive, ready to go along with it despite those little nagging feelings. That little hunter inside of her, the one that slayed vampires, was warning her to stop and stay distant. That she needed to if she was going to fight against being one of them.

"No, I want to. But you're a vampire now."

"So are you."

"Half."

"You're a vampire. You just haven't fed yet. Do we really have to be on different sides now? I still feel the same way about you."

She smiled at him. "I still have feelings for you too. But I think there are rules."

"I thought the idea was you take that next step when you feel ready. And when you feel really strongly about the other person."

"It's still supposed to happen slowly."

He grinned at her. "And how long have we taken to finally admit how we really felt about each other? Eight months? That's tortoise pace."

She gave a little snort. The closest she could get to actually laughing after almost dying and being turned. He was closer again, hand on her knee and she glanced at him.

"Why now?" she asked. "I'll be honest, your timing and priorities are crap."

"I nearly lost you tonight. And after eight months of not making any move, I kinda want to act now and not waste any more time."

She responded to his smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before shifting. Her hands pushed him back into the sofa, throwing her right leg around so she was on his lap, legs on either side and she took a deep breath.

"What are you doing?" he asked, although from the grin on his face told her he probably knew the answer.

"I'm not wasting any more time," she said and allowed him to start tugging the hem of her t-shirt up.

Thank you for reading! The last two chapters will be up next Saturday. :)