Darling woke up next to him a few hours after sunrise. He didn’t need windows to know that morning had come; he could feel it, he always could, that point of transition. The setting sun was the domain of the beast, and the dawn belonged to the man.
She stretched—of course she did. With no blanket he had full view. One leg bent toward her chest as she lay on her back blinking into the darkness. He reached over, running his knuckles down the inside of her thigh, and wanting her.
She rolled onto her side and propped her head on her bent elbow, and then she whispered, “I have to go to the bathroom.”
There were no accommodations in the lair of a vampire. He tucked some hair sticking to her face back for her. “I think we can take care of that, and a shower too.”
She looked him over, and then her gaze stopped. “Is that because you just woke up or…”
His little nymph.
He eyed her in warning but she just laughed and pulled away, taking up her clothing.
Darcy Branwyn 
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