Madeline Curtis, a runaway from small town in Washington, finds herself in the streets of Hollywood looking for a place to stay when she encounters a strange hooded man. In less than a second poor Madeline's entire life was flipped upside down and s...
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fifteen
'Sometimes I can hear him just thinking about you.'
When we got home nobody said a word to us. Instead they all tip-toed to their bedrooms without a word, leaving us alone with each other's company. "You coming to bed?" He asked quietly as he switched off the kitchen light.
"Yes," I whispered as we tip-toed through the hallways and into Oliver's bedroom. Without a thought, I made my way through the bathroom and into my bedroom, unfolding the blanket back so I could slide it after sliding out of my outfit. I switched into an oversized button down shirt and pulled socks over my ankles when suddenly Oliver was standing in the doorway.
"Where are you going?" He asked from the tunnel between us. "You're not sleeping alone tonight, not when I'm here. And I wouldn't dare have you sleep in your room when you're so comfortable in mine."
He took my hand and pulled me in through his doorway and into his bedroom, folding the comforter back for me to crawl into the bed space beside him. I accepted before doing so and watched him round the bed to sleep beside me. We both snuggled against each other, he, incredibly cold. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled my closer before molding my head into his neck.
"Goodnight, Madeline Gage."
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The morning sun didn't wake me today, in fact it was pitch black inside of Oliver's room, per usual. I woke up because of the insanely loud snoring coming from the left side of the bed. I turned over to slap his cheek a few times until he blubbered himself awake.
"Good morning!" Oliver said in a singsongy voice. He wrapped a cold arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him.
"Morning," I whispered as I traced his features with my index fingers. He looked down at his nose and crossed his eyes before I pulled my finger away.
"Thanks," He laughed. "I can hear 'Liana down the hall, she wants to go shopping with you today."
I groaned and fell back into the sheets, forcing them over my head. He laughed from beside me and suddenly his cold hand was against my thigh, making me jolt up. "Jesus, you're cold."
He pulled it away slowly and backed up a little bit. "If you were a full vampire it wouldn't bother you," He pulled off the sheets from himself as if he had realized something, "Speaking of which, I need to talk to Aria about a solution about that."
He scanned his closet for a shirt to wear with his sweatpants. As he looked I hopped off the king size bed and slipped my feet into my favorite slippers. I was actually feeling quite hungry and I knew they still had had bottles of tiger's blood in the kitchen down the hall so I quietly slipped down the hall and into the kitchen to find the styrofoam cups they kept it inside.
