The Vampire Covens

Ch.12 Cornith

Ch.12

            Hmm it’s morning; I know this because my eyelids are alight with the sun’s wonderful warm rays. I keep my eyes closed for a little bit longer, not wanting to wake Zane as he lies next to me… I can hear Zane’s light snoring; it’s adorable and very comical, but I fight the urge to giggle.  I breathe in deep relishing in his closeness and stretch my arms above my head. He shifts slightly but continues to stay asleep.

            I take this as my queue to get up. Not that I wouldn’t prefer to be lying next to that fine piece of man meat, but I have morning breath like you wouldn’t believe and with his enhanced smell, I would be so embarrassed.

            I walk swiftly over to my bag and grab it; thankful he didn’t leave it in the back of the car. I take it to the bathroom with me and shut the door as quietly as I can. This stupid hotel is so old no matter how much I tried; the door would creak like it was dying. I shake my head when the door is closed and go back to what I came in here to do.

            I grab my toothbrush, eager to get the stale morning breath vanquished and turn on the faucet. I brush with purpose and when I’m done I put everything back into its rightful place, making sure I don’t forget anything. Me being in a comfortable mood, I grab a pair of loose fitting jeans and a very large plain blue tank. I look at the tank top thoroughly… I have a weird obsession with these things… I smile to myself like a dork and take it out and set it with the rest of my cloths.

            My gaze falls on the shower; small but inviting, and I’m stuck on whether I should bathe and be clean or just put my cloths over my grunginess … I choose clean and quickly turn on the shower.  While I wait for the water to heat I search through my bag for my shampoo and conditioner only to come up short handed. Damn … I knew I was going to forget something.

            Sighing I grabbed the tiny bottle of hotel ‘conditioning shampoo’, this stuff always makes my hair frizz, but it cleans it none the less, and strip. Once in the shower I make do with the cleaning supplies I have and continue my duties.

{40 minutes later}

            I feel fresh and clean. My face isn’t so distraught and puffy looking from sleep and I pull my hair up into a tight bun so I don’t have to deal with the frizz problem. Feeling enthusiastic I leave the bathroom only to slam right into a body.

            Zane stands there, leaning against the door jam, with his infamous smirk displayed as I gather my bearings. I scowl at him playfully but he just walks past me in silence and closes the bathroom door behind him. Weird, I don’t think I’ll ever understand him fully but might I say he looks absolutely delicious in the mornings.

            Kind of how he looked last night, no shirt with his defined abs taunting as ever, disheveled hair that falls just as it should, and lips still swollen from our promiscuity. Hmm definitely a breakfast I’d like to have!

            My mind shifts to last night, the barrier that kept us apart is definitely broken; I mean it was steamy, but nothing too X-rated just a really intense tongue wrestle and some hefty petting. I’m not that kind of girl; I barely know him… with that thought I stop and sit on the bed closest to me and ponder the reality…

            I know next to nothing about him, but it feels like he’s a part of me. I only know that he’s a werewolf, wanted to be Spiderman, and his mother died… I need more information than that… right?