Dealing With A Vampire

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The sun shines high in the sky at a quarter past two in the afternoon. Cold October wind dances through my undone hair on a breeze, sending chills down my spine. It's not the best time of year for a picnic, especially with the breeze coming off the river yards away. The quilt beneath us is slightly damp, the mud discoloring the white edges.

Dillon must have felt me shiver next to him, and he turned, assessing me with his soft ocean-colored eyes. Our gases meet briefly, but I look back to the clear sky. His blond hair is messed up more than usual, although that is the new style for him. Most days he rolls out of bed, appearing as though he hadn't slept at all. His apparent exhaustion, attitude... everything was part of a new temperament that had begun over the last few months.

I watch his long legs stretch out in front of him, clad in light wash jeans adorned with his favorite pair of black size eleven boots. Dillon's right foot sways quickly to an inaudible beat, and he appears restless like he always does lately.

Lying my head against his shoulder, I sigh loudly. He takes one hand to brush the auburn hair away from my eyes and really looks at me this time. Studying my jade-colored eyes, I feel like he's looking for the answer to something.

Dillon had become so dark and moody since mid-summer when he began his current project at work. While he says that this project and team are some of the best he's worked with, part of me has a hard time believing it to be true. Constantly away from our shared apartment, he comes home late at night some days and is wired. In August I worried that maybe he was using drugs, although I never found any evidence to confront him with. It would've explained his recent mood changes and his impulsivity.

Shifting next to me, he turns partially onto his left side to lie closer to me. With so many thoughts buzzing through my head, I can't look at him in this moment because he knows how to read my emotions like a book.

He reaches one hand out and rests it on my abdomen above my navel. His thumb caresses small circles over my knit sweater, which is his way of asking for my attention. I give in.

Turning my head toward his, a smile greets me on his lips as he speaks softly, "I miss spending time with my beautiful girl like this."

"Maybe all you have to do is invite your girl out more," I say back, nudging him with my elbow.

I crane my neck to give him a peck on the nose, but instead, he takes his hand off my abdomen and catches the back of my head. Gently guiding my face to his, he rests a soft kiss against my lips. My blood begins to head. Our lips part briefly for a breath, but he doesn't hesitate to pull me back in for more. My lips parted slightly, making room for his tongue as he deepened our kiss. Dillon's hand moves from the back of my head to my waist, sliding over my hips, and pulling my body toward his. His hand is now moving over my thigh, and he pulls my leg to hook over his. Next, his mouth placed gentle kisses over my jaw, my neck, and—

He stops. Letting out a gruff breath, Dillon pushes away from me suddenly, leaving me breathless. Quickly standing, he looks down at me with a steaming gaze, his pants looking ever so slightly tighter than usual.

"Come on," his smooth voice says gently while extending out a hand to me, "Let's go grab something sweet from the food truck before I get the cops called on us for public indecency."

I grab his hand and push myself to my feet, standing with our bodies flush from our toes to our chests. On my tiptoes, I place one last peck on his lips. "Food truck first," I whisper, "Let's be indecent at home."