“I don’t think I’ll be releasing anything,” Daniel said, swinging the foot nearest the Lincoln. “I’ve been on a…” He grimaced. “A hunger strike.”
No, wrong phrase. An elimination diet? Either way, hadn’t he just told himself not to share that kind of information? Next thing he knew, Daniel would be spouting it off to Deanna. Which reminded him, he needed to scrub himself of Holly’s scent before coming into contact with his sire, the redheaded bloodhound of Las Vegas.
“A quest is more like it, to see how long I can stand not feeding.”
Daniel pushed up the sleeves of his shirt and scratched his elbow.
Holly…
In a vivid mental image that kept looping, he saw her sitting astride his hips, that soft mane of hair swinging around her shoulders. Halfway to the city, Daniel had considered pulling a wild u-turn and kicking through her motel room door, no invitation required. Several versions of what came after drifted through his head.
He had gripped the steering wheel and stayed the course like some twisted version of a monk.
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on 2013-09-03 01:21 am (UTC)No, wrong phrase. An elimination diet? Either way, hadn’t he just told himself not to share that kind of information? Next thing he knew, Daniel would be spouting it off to Deanna. Which reminded him, he needed to scrub himself of Holly’s scent before coming into contact with his sire, the redheaded bloodhound of Las Vegas.
“A quest is more like it, to see how long I can stand not feeding.”
Daniel pushed up the sleeves of his shirt and scratched his elbow.
Holly…
In a vivid mental image that kept looping, he saw her sitting astride his hips, that soft mane of hair swinging around her shoulders. Halfway to the city, Daniel had considered pulling a wild u-turn and kicking through her motel room door, no invitation required. Several versions of what came after drifted through his head.
He had gripped the steering wheel and stayed the course like some twisted version of a monk.