Will’s heart was thumping as he followed Luna up the stairs. He kept seeing flashes of her legs as she moved and her velvet skirt swished with the sway of her hips. Like their entire relationship, this had a feeling of unpredictability and excitement, and shit, he’d never been good at resisting temptation. Impulse control wasn’t their thing.
The room though, shit, the room- “It looks like a sexy vampire lives here,” he said, setting his drink down on a side table as he glanced around at the extremely gothic decor. It certainly fitted with the whole aesthetic though, and it was exactly what he should have expected. Luna, in her corset and velvet, fit right in. “Is that what you’re here to tell me? You’re a vampire now?”
He was joking with her of course, because that was what he did to set himself at ease. How else was he supposed to deal with this crazy tension between them?