Thirty-Six
Thirty-Six
HIM
As soon as I step from the shower, my phone rings. It’s sitting on the sink, and I grab a towel to rub over my head before glancing at it. Seeing it’s Aleric, I answer it as I continue to dry my hair.
“What is it?” I ask.
“This? It’s a phone call. It’s what happens when you –”
“Aleric.”
“Oh, that. He’s a vampire with a tiny, tiny cock, but gods, does he know how to use it. Just ask your –”
I hang up, take a deep breath, and do my best to calm down while I wait for him to call back. But it’s not even six o’clock in the fucking morning. I’m tired. I’m hungry. I am a fucking mess because Micha gave me a sliver of hope that we were healing last night, only for her to shut me out again.
As I look at my haggard eyes in the mirror, I tell myself it’s still progress though. She talked to me, and she only