“It’s almost Halloween,” clapped Selene as she entered the house after spending the night at Dylan’s.
Melanie was sure Selene had a drawer or maybe an entire closet at Dylan’s place. Increasingly, her sister seemed to be staying more and more at his place rather than her own home. That must mean they were planning a mating ceremony sooner rather than later.
“Oh yay,” Melanie said sarcastically as she tiredly steeped her tea on Saturday morning.
She hadn’t been getting much sleep lately. Her nights were filled with flashes of stormy dark blue eyes, soft gentle hands and the taste of honey.
Selene pursed her lips and looked Melanie closely with a hand on her hips.
“You’re coming this year.”
Melanie looked up incredulously.
“No way. You know I don’t do parties. Especially after…
