“Empty mind,” he chided. “If anything’s in there, you’ll never be able to fight.”
They both stood there, panting, exhausted, taking a break. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, and realized he was right. Her mind was full. Distracted.
“But I wasn’t just saying that, you know,” he added. “I really would like to take you out.”
She looked at him, and he was still smiling, and she could see that he really meant it.
Great. Not even here an hour, and already there were boy troubles. They had just met. They had not even known each other an hour. How could he already want to take her out? Is this how all vampires acted? Did everything move so quickly in this world? It was mind-boggling. She didn’t even know what vampire etiquette was.
She liked Patrick, she did, but not as anything more th
