A car engine gunning its way up the hill had me awake and alert in an instant.
I knew I'd slept about five hours; I'd always had an excellent sense of time, something common to vampires. That meant it was maybe eight in the morning.
Laurie was still curled up against me with his face pressed to my bare chest. I had my arms around him under the blankets, and our legs were tangled together.
Every single point of contact, from his calf against mine to the way his elbow was poking me in the stomach, felt like a brand. I could've stayed there as long as he slept.
Instead, I slid out of bed as quickly as I could without jostling him too much, already reaching for the sweatpants and t-shirt I'd shed the night before, finding them hanging off the side of the bed.
Laurie jolted awake, his whole body tense within a second. He stared at me, his eyes wide. "Tristan, what's — fuck, what's wrong?"
He tried to sit up and then moaned, dropping back down. "What's wrong with me?"
