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With that one look, I never felt more beautiful or more loved. My throat was thick with emotion, a tear escaping from the corner of my eye. Stefan's thumb swept across my cheekbone tenderly, wiping it away.
“I love you, Stefan. I never want to go a day without telling you,” I whispered shakily. My body felt boneless and sated, unable and unwilling to move.
His sea blue eyes were rimmed with tears as he pulled the sheet over our bodies, gathering me into his arms and gingerly pulled me against his chest. “As I love you.”
I struggled to fight the sleep that was slowly pulling me under, basking in the cool embrace of his arms. Unable to talk, I was able to send a final mental thought to him. “I think I like your funny business.”
His deep rumble of laughter in his chest was the last thing I remember before I succumbed to sleep.
Chapter 7
“We're not sticking around for Georgia to show up.” I murmured against Stefan's neck, my fingers running through his thick golden hair. It was late in the morning and we were still tangled beneath a cocoon of covers. Neither of us wanted to leave the comfort and seclusion of the bed to face the reality of the real world just yet.
Stefan's hands and fingers had been slowly drifting over my naked skin for the last hour, his touch sensuous and teasing. Our lips and hands had been busy exploring each other, relishing being together again. I was disappointed when a vision of Georgia deciding to ‘pop in’ for a visit later in the afternoon flashed through my mind.
“Tell me why are we talking about Georgia, vackra?” Stefan's melodic mental voice floated into my head. He flipped to his side and his muscles rolled with the movement. He propped his head in his hand and looked at me curiously.
Tapping my temple with my finger, I raised my eyebrow in surprise. “Psychic, remember? Do we need to talk about your memory problems again?” I asked impishly. My hands drifted from his hair to caress the muscles of his broad chest, skimming down his stomach to reach around to squeeze his taut ass.
“Why can't I keep my hands off you you, Stefan?”
Stefan smiled and feather-like lines crinkled around his eyes, his answering laugh sexy and deep. His laughter paused as he leaned to kiss me again, his lips pressing against mine in a searing kiss. One of his large hands slid down my stomach to the swell of my hips. “We seem to have the same problem. Do not worry about your friend. I can take care of Georgia, Josephine.”
I moaned into his mouth, reluctantly pulling away. “That's what I'm afraid of. Let's not start something now that's going to get interrupted, Romeo. I'm serious.” I lightly pushed at his chest.
“Where is your sense of adventure?” His mind sulked. “I can tell you can not be swayed, so I will not waste my time. I will have time to distract you later.”
He untangled himself from my body, stretching his tall body seductively as he walked into the bathroom. Listening to the sounds of the shower running, my mind wandered to imagine the water running over his lean, muscular frame. A delicious shiver of desire washed over me and my body begged me to join him. I knew if I stepped into the shower with him, we'd never leave this house.
Letting out a frustrated groan and rolling over, I hugged Stefan's pillow against my chest. I replayed his words about 'taking care of Georgia' though my mind. When I focused on Georgia coming over and Stefan intervening, Georgia's future went blank. I was starting to lose track of how many times this had happened lately. I'd never had this problem before. Why were futures disappearing?
The thought had barely crossed my mind when something clicked. It had to be Stefan! If he was involved with a human, their futures went blank to me, like looking into smoke. Directing my thoughts back on Georgia again, I focused on the fact that now Stefan was convinced that we needed to leave for the day. An image of Georgia knocking on my door and then using her key to enter my house filled my mind. As long as he didn't interfere, her future was clear.
The sound of the shower turning off pulled me out of my thoughts. Stefan swaggered back into the bedroom, running a towel over his large frame. Water dripped from his darkened blond hair to run in a trickle down his muscular chest.
"You seem miles away. What are you thinking about, vackra?"
He continued to dry off and my mind went blank as I watched him. I mentally shook myself as I tried to focus on talking and away from my desire to lick the drops of water from his chest.
“Lately I've been unable to see Georgia or Anna's futures. It should be a relief, but it's been bugging me.” I rolled over and stood up, grabbing my robe. I slipped it over my shoulders and tied the belt around my waist, leaning against the door frame. “When I told you I could see Georgia coming over, as soon as you said you would 'take care of her', her future went blank. I realized that if you intervene with a human, I can't see them. It's like looking into smoke.”