"For my body, huh?" He laughed, a sound that was foreign but welcome and becoming more constant. "Guess I better make sure I stay in shape then." It was easy to laugh more with Charlie around. She had this way of making everything lighter, everything sweeter. It was the most dangerous seduction because there was no way he'd ever be able to resist it. And why resist something that made him happy? He remembered the saying that too much of a good thing was a bad thing. That was true for a lot of things. Sugar and fat were delicious but too much of either was bad. One second on the hips and a lifetime on the hips, right?
He really needed some guys to talk to. If only Crowne wasn't such a know-it-all ass.
Point was, there was no such thing as too much of Charlie. If anything, he felt like he couldn't get enough of her. That was saying something because he saw her practically every day, or at least every other day. He still had to make a conscious effort to not forget Rosey, of course. His little blonde friend seemed to be getting along quite nicely without him too. She was hanging out with other wolves. Well, wolf. Dayle. Charlie had spoken highly of the she-wolf so he hoped there was nothing to worry about there. Wouldn't that work out perfectly? Rosemary and Dayle could become, dare he think it, friends and hang out. With the blonde imp happily distracted, he didn't have to worry about her getting lonely without him.
Now if he could just find a way to get that child-fang distracted by someone other than Charlie. That was going to prove next to impossible. Royce wasn't blind to the vampire's affections. The kid barely said anything. Mostly stared and spoke only when necessary. It was actually quite nice. Royce had never come upon a vamp yet who couldn't keep his mouth shut. But then, he'd never met a child-fang before. Had to be rough, he guessed. Y'know, if he cared at all to think about it.
He shivered a little as her hands slid up to his shoulders. Again, he closed his eyes and focused on the soft cool feeling of her fingers. Would she notice his unusual high temperature? Maybe she would think he had a fever. That would be a good excuse, if he had to pull one out. It sucked that he had to worry about stupid things like that instead of enjoying the moment. That the thought even back to bite him was irritating and he had to tighten his hold on her in an effort to force the damn thoughts out of his head.
But those thoughts would never go away. They were burned into his brain. "I make you feel safe?" That was what she said. The surprise of that statement, even if she had mentioned something to the same thing before, made him open both eyes. But insecurity aside, did she just say what he thought she said? The previous grin grew wide and gleeful. "Did you just say that you'd kick your newly adopted kid out for me?"