When Secrets Run Out

Midnight and Questions

Elijah's POV

I bite my lip as I stare that the fire in front of me. It's strange, though I've been asleep, just like I'm sure Oliver is, the fire is just as strong and bright as when I first got here.

I don't think about it too much as I rub my eyes, grabbing my glasses from off of the table in front of me and shift around a little to lay on my back. I can't help the stupid smile that comes on to my face as I think about the man laying in bed a few feet away.

Gracie, when we were on the phone earlier, told me that my head was too far up my ass and in some romance fantasy novels to make any clear headed decisions.

And maybe she's right, but a small piece of myself knows that there's something different about Oliver that goes beyond his sexy accent and his butterscotch eyes. There's something so dark but calming about him and just thinking about the feeling that I got when he looked at me is making my cheeks heat up in a serious blush.

It's a little weird, I'll admit to be so fascinated over someone I just met but it's just something about him.

I peak over at the bed where he's laying down, trying not to make too much noise to destine him, but I find him sitting up on the bed, a book in his lap though it should be far too dark for him to be reading anything. My bottom lip gets trapped in between my teeth as I try to figure out if I should say anything, but before I can decide, Oliver looks up at me and sees me awake.

"You've awoken. How do you feel?" He asks me, closing the book in his lap, his deep soft voice carrying over to paint my cheeks scarlet.

"Uhh" My mind blanks for a moment as I just stare at his outline from across the room before I clear my throat and shake my head. "Warm." I answer him and he chuckles, the sound making my ears turn pink and my breath catch in my throat a little bit.

"I'm appeased. You were shaking terribly earlier, it's good that you're feeling better." He says, his strange wording making him feel more flustered by the second.

"Yes the fireplace is warm." I tell him and want to groan and smack myself. Of course it's wake thats the whole purpose of the stupid fireplaces.

"Would you like to recline on the bed? Perhaps we could... exchange information about ourselves. Unless you would rather fall back asleep, I'm aware you must be utterly exhausted." Oliver says and I feel like I can detect a sense of nervousness to the question, but if I was used to being by myself and a random stranger popped up in front of my door, I would be nervous too. So it's only right that I tell him about myself. Hopefully I can learn some things about him too.

"No, I'm not that tired." I answer him before I bite my lip and fix my glasses, grabbing the blanket that he had put around me to bring with me toward the large bed.

Unable to see in the dark, I stumble a bit with red cheeks, cursing myself for being so clumsy and uncoordinated and I expect for Oliver to poke fun at me about it, but he stays silent and still as I walk over of the bed. When I finally reach the edge, I place my hands on the bed before slowly climbing on top. I almost slip and fall but before I can, Oliver's hand grabs my wrist and helps me crawl into the middle of the mattress.

I turn away form the sexy stranger with a large blush in my face, glad for the dark so that he can't see anything but the outline of my body.

"Hi." I tell him, even though we already started talking and he chuckles, dark and low in his throat in amusement which makes the embarrassment a lot easier to take.

"Hello." He greets me and I feel fuzzy inside. "You appear to be quite nervous when around me." He tells me and my heart rate picks up, scared that he might already see the feelings that I've developed and think that they're way too soon and weird like Gracie said.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry, I get nervous when I meet new people, especially when they're in the woods." I try to deflect.

"Well, that does make sense." He allows and I frown because it almost sounds like he was... disappointed? I shake my head at the ridiculous wishful thought. "Tell me about yourself, Elijah." He demands softly and I hum to myself as I try to figure out what I can tell him that won't scare him off.

"Well, I work at a technology company in the big city, though I live in the outskirts of town. Less people to bother me. My favorite color is yellow. Uh, let's see. I love to read! I would live in a library if I could!" I tell him and he shakes his head, the movement clear to me with what little of the moon light is able to learn through the windows across the room.

"Books huh? Would you be inclined believe me if I told you that I adore reading as well?" He asks me and I shake my head.

"No way." I tell him and he laughs at me before tilting his head to the side as if he can clearly see me despite the low light.

"Way." He says before he pauses, thinking about something before he speaks up again after a moment. "Would you like to see my book collection?"

I gape, not understanding how one man could be so perfect in such a small amount of time. "Please." I whisper, not meaning for it to sound so needy, but it's impossible not to when he's checking off every box in my dream man checklist.

"Come." He tells me and I shiver as I follow his long lean body off of the bed, letting the blanket fall from my shoulders.

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Guess who was able to write a little bit about our favorite Vamp! I'm hoping to get out at least eight things to you today and at least one book if nothing else. I love you all.

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