“Dude. The fuck are you doing?”
Brian’s voice broke through my daydream and I turned to look at him, clearing my throat. “What?”
He was a friend, I guess…or at least as close to a friend as humans and I could get. They were so temporary and fleeting that I didn’t see the point in getting too attached. But part of blending in with humans was having “friends,” so I did the best I could. And right now, my friend was looking at me like I’d up and sprouted a nipple on my face.
“Don’t ‘what’ me,” he said. “You were just about to get it on with your desk.”
I shifted in my seat, pulling on my shorts under the desk to give my straining erection more room. “Was not,” I mumbled.
Man, I needed to get laid. It’d been so long it wasn’t even funny. And even though I tried my best not to do humans like that–since it went against the whole “don’t get emotionally invested” rule–this girl was looking more and more like a very viable option.
Brian peered around me and slowly grinned. “Gotcha,” he said to me, conspiratorially winking.
My cheeks burned, but I played it off and rolled my eyes, sinking into my seat when one of the girls sat next to me. Her movement stirred the air, sending her scent right into my face. I stilled.
She was a Healer. Just like me.
I sank into the empty seat by the door, keeping my eyes on the professor as he wrote on the board. A sweet smell filled my nose as soon as I sat down. It smelled like cake, or frosting–sweet, sugary, and delicious.
Damn it, if I had known we were allowed to eat in here I would have grabbed something before we left our dorm.
I pulled up my desktop from in-between the seats. It squeaked loud and slow, like nails on a chalkboard. My face flamed as several eyes landed on me, and I ducked my head as I unloaded my bag. I heard my pen–which I’d set atop my desk–start rolling, and it landed on the floor with a little clink. I automatically turned and reached down, but found myself eye-level with a masculine hand, holding out my pen. Even his forearms were muscular. The guy looked like he could have been carved from stone.
“You dropped this,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Oh.” I sat up and reached out, but stopped halfway as my eyes flicked up, meeting pale blue irises surrounded by a thin black ring. The whites of his eyes were unblemished. They were really…white. It was startling how airbrushed they looked.
For a second his eyes seemed familiar, and a sense of déjà vu hit me hard. As I tried to place them, a faint thought tickled the edge of my mind, only to disappear before I could fully grasp it.
This was ridiculous. If I had seen those eyes before, I would definitely remember. I wouldn’t have a vague recollection–not with eyes that looked airbrushed, for crying out loud.
Actually...everything about him looked airbrushed, I noticed, from his too-beautiful eyes to his flawless skin. A light sprinkling of stubble covered his jawline and his dark blond, shaggy hair looked amazing in an “I roll out of bed looking this good” kind of way. And his lips… Oh God, his lips. I could write an epic poem about those lips. They had the barest hint of pink, and they looked soft.
I wonder what they taste like…
My teeth bit down on my lip. God, he was gorgeous. I wanted to run my fingers along his jaw, over his stubble. Hell, I wanted to lick his stubble.
I knew I was staring, but I couldn’t help it. And he didn’t seem to have a problem staring back...until my brain had a momentary lapse into the present and I registered the look on his face.
His expression was incredulous.
What was she doing here? Living off the grid–separate from the “proper” civilization of our own kind–was not unheard of, but it was rare. So rare, that in the nearly forty years I’d been doing it, I’d never run into another.
She blinked at the pen in my hand before her hazel eyes met mine. They widened as her full lips parted almost imperceptibly.
She knew. She knew what I was.
And goddamn, she was gorgeous. Just perfect. Her beauty had an innocence I found refreshing. There were no globs of makeup covering her beautiful face, no perfectly styled hair. She seemed real, and pure.
It made me feel like a dirty bastard for picturing myself balls deep in her.
Her scent permeated the air. She smelled…heavenly. Floral, sweet, and female. It’d been so long since I’d been around a female of my kind. I inhaled, letting it swim around my head and marinate on the tip of my tongue. There was a strange undertone to her scent that–while lovely–wasn’t quite right.
Tiny red veins lined the whites of her eyes, and I inhaled again, analyzing her scent.