Shower With A Vampire

I need to get home. Damn, I still don’t like being out in the dark even though I’m 21. Even though I was told vampires and werewolves are just myths, I still think there are evil things lurking out there. Tonight is even worse, it’s a full moon, and it’s giving me goosebumps, I wasn’t planning on leaving town this late, but when there’s a sale in Ann Summers I can’t help it. I get absorbed by all the sex toys. That makes me sound like a nymphomaniac.
Anyway, so it’s dark, and my house is just over the bridge. Not far to walk now. But I can feel someone behind me. I don’t like this, really don’t like this. I walk faster but I know they are gaining on me.
Closer to home…
Closer…
I’m in the alley way behind my house and can feel a hand on my shoulder. I knew I shouldn’t have been out. Now someone’s going to find my body 10 miles away from my home or something. My heart is beating fast, and I don’t know what to do. He’s obviously going to be bigger than me, so I might as well give in to what he wants. Be easier in the long run.
I stop still, just feet from my house and the pressure lifts from off my shoulder. Turning round, I see the last person I expect to see. Ian. The hot guy who lives next door. We only really see him around winter and late at night, strangely when the sun is weak or not out at all. But when we do see him, it’s hard to stop watching him, with his perfect abs, sky blue eyes and the gorgeous black hair and stubble. He is just perfection, the amount of times I have fantasized about him.
“You scared me”
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to, I just saw you and…”
“Yes?” Damn, his voice. It was making me wet listening to that deep American drawl.
“…and thought I’d say hi”.
“Oh. Well. Hi.”
I smiled, well I thought I did, my whole body was numb, from shock, and admiration, and well, I was trying so hard not to say “fuck me now, goddamn”, it was easier just to freeze.
I heard him giggle at me and he put his hand on my arm. “You’re cold”. Way to state the obvious, its 10pm, dark and yeah, cold.
“Yeah, I should get inside”. I looked him straight in the face. “Want to come in?” Really. Isn’t that the oldest chat up line in the book…just without the coffee?
“Ok”. I was so not expecting that. Why would he want to come in my house? With me. I mean, what about the blondes over the road; they are much hotter than me. I’m just…me.
I opened the gate and led him into the house. He must have saw me physically relax when I reached the door. “You don’t like the dark?” I didn’t answer, just raised my eyebrows at him. I was beginning to lose all sense of speech, what was the guy doing to me?
I stepped into the kitchen and reached the sink, dumped my bags on the worktop and turned round…I didn’t move far though. There he was, right in my face, hands placed on the worktop either side of me, pinning me in.
“You smell so good”. I didn’t know what to say to that.