Crimson Kiss

10 Not Fully Human

So many questions came to mind it was hard to choose what I wanted to ask him. I knew there was something supernatural about him, however I was not sure what it was. I went over the things I did know about him. I had close to nothing. All I knew was that he was absurdly good looking and that he insisted that he was dangerous. That he was no good to be around. Why was that? What was so dangerous? Why did he always seem to show up right when I needed him to? And why was he here now? If He had insisted on staying away from me, why had he waited for me outside the supply store?

Ezra smiled as we slid into the booth, he was sitting fairly close to me. The waiter approached our table and smiled, handing us some menus. "What can I get you to drink?" he asked. Ezra nodded toward me and smiled. I looked down at the menu and picked the first thing I saw.

"A cherry coke, please," I answered.

The waiter nodded his head and looked at Ezra who just shook his head. "Nothing for me, thank you," he said. I raised an eyebrow. Was he really not going to eat anything? "I ate this morning," he answered my unspoken question.

The waiter nodded and walked away to get our drinks. "I am really fine with the muffin I had,' I reminded him. I watched him as he gazed at me, as if he was trying to read me in some way. I was not that much of a complicated person. I was easy to read and easy to get along with.

"Humor me," he said, pushing the menu toward me. I sighed and snatched it from him and looked it over. I tried to think of something to talk about but for some reason all I could come up with was that I knew I liked him, and I was attracted to him, but I didn't really know anything about him. I glanced back up at him, hoping his expression had changed but his face seemed puzzled for some reason. Angry, even. I glanced around the restaurant.

We were in a booth in the back of the room, no one was seated near us but I could easily hear conversations from across the room. It was a more upscale restaurant and he had dragged me too. The room was dimly lit, the floor was a polished cobblestone and wood finish. The walls were round, cylinder like, curved with wooden arches and had carved fixtures. There was an indoor fire pit in the middle of the room, along with candle lit, reflective lanterns, giving the room a beautiful glow. A very romantic setting, if we were on a date, which we definitely were not. I heard him sigh in frustration and scoot a little closer.

"What is it about you that has me feeling so confused?" he whispered, his breath fanning my face. I felt so relaxed and I felt the urge to lean into him, press my face to his chest and just stay there. Blood heated my face and I cleared my throat, deciding to ignore his question.

"No, no," I chided him, shaking my finger at him.

Ezra frowned at me, leaning away a little. "What about my questions?" he asked me.

I blinked. I hadn't thought he would have any. "You have questions?" I asked him, my voice coming out soft and surprised. I watched him smile and my heart fluttered. "Of course," he answered, as if I should have known he would have questions of his own. What could he possibly want to know about me? It was not like I had shown up to save him from a creep at the club! And that had really been the most interaction I had had with him so far. I remembered the feeling I had had when he had held my hand, walking in here. His skin felt like cool water. No temperature to him really. Like cool water, from a forest stream. The side of my neck pricked suddenly and an odd sensation washed through me. I cleared my throat and raised my arm, curling it around the side of my neck. "You first," I told him.

Ezra smiled and studied me for a moment. "What is your favorite color?" he asked me.

I shrugged. "Blue," I tell him. "Or green. Depends on my mood."