Her phone rang again. What? she snapped as she answered it. Myrnin, of course. Are you on your way? No! Claire, there are things to do. Here, too, she said. And I’m staying here, believe me. Myrnin was silent for a beat, and then he said, Bob would be very disappointed in you. Bob the spider? He looks at you like a mother, you know. I’m surprised at your lack of work ethic. Think of the example you set for— She hung up on him and turned the phone on vibrate and relaxed in Shane’s arms.
I Promise," Shane said. "You'd better, jerkface," Eve said. "How's the head?" "Taped. It's fine, chicks dig scars. Wait, did you just call me jerkface? Are we back in grade school?" "I love you," Eve said. He closed his moth, fast, because obviously that was not what he'd expected. "I, uh, okay, love you too. Can we stop that? It's uncomfortable." "Jerkface." "Much better.
Claire said. I might be able to get him to stop. Who, crazy dude? Maybe. Or he might pull your head off, Shane said. I kind of worry. She couldn’t help but smile. Yeah? A little bit. That’s …nice. He studied her, and returned the smile. Yeah, he said. Kind of is, actually.
I stopped in the full force of a patch of sunlight in the lobby window and let my skin soak up the energy. I hadn’t realized I needed it until it reached inside and stilled me in a way that only David’s touch had been able to achieve. Why does that feel so good? I asked. And don’t tell me it’s because we’ve been shut in a room for days. Like calls to like, he said. You’re made of fire now. So I’m going to feel like this every time I pass an open flame? Great. Firegasm.
She was staring at you.’’ ‘‘What can I say? Irresistible.’’ ‘‘Shane, it’s not funny. I just—you should be careful.’’ ‘‘Always am.’’ Which was an absolute lie. Shane’s eyes fixed on hers, and she felt a burst of heat inside that crept up to burn in her cheeks. He smiled slowly. ‘‘Jealous?’’ ‘‘Maybe.’’ ‘‘No reason. I like my ladies with a pulse.