.. I’m not lying.” He looked down at his chest, and put a hand over the open gashes. The Kindred blood stayed inside his wounds, like a liquid wit... its own mind determined to stay hidden. With a groan of pain, he looked back up to her. “About either part.”“Either? What fucking either?”“What you’re thinking.” He finally started to pull himself up under his own power.Watching the beaten and sliced open Ventrue get up struck her with a sudden fear. What she was thinking? He didn’t know what she. Cheers erupted.Glade greeted me passionately by kissing me and embracing me with his still-wet, newly showered body. “I love that outfit on you! Well, I love you in any outfit, including what you wore last night. You smell nice, too! Decisions, decisions…” he trailed off.“What decision?”“Do I hold you and drink you in with my senses, pull back so I can admire your outer beauty, or drag you back to my tent to experience paradise?”I laughed at his compliments.“Oh, food!” he exclaimed. “Let’s. He pulled me up in his strong bear arms and brought me tight to his warm chest, his mouth hot against mine, opening and slipping his soft tongue between my lips, probing with a mission, wrestling with me as he bent all the way back down, nearly on top of me, held tight against his now rough, heated chest on one side, pressed into the cool sheets on my backside, a dizzying mix of sensations, and they ended much too soon. You bring the lube, squirt? he said, out of breathe and red in the cheeks. . She turned to Grant giggling and gave him a huge hug. ‘Grant, I hate to say this, but I was afraid you brought me back here to…you know, and I just don’t think I was ready. But, I shouldn’t have doubted you. This is wonderful.’ ‘And that’s not all, I got us some popcorn and ice cream for later and some comfy clothes for you to change into and maybe…stay the night?’ ‘That would be wonderful.’ ‘Okay, well here are your clothes…’ ‘Grant wait. Sit on the bed.’ He did as he was told, slightly.