The convention was the perfect place for the likes of us.

Two horror junkies who could hold entire conversations based on movie dialogue.

He grabbed my hand and squeezed. “Excited?”

“Always,” I said.

“What?” The wind blew his hair back as we hurried across the courtyard toward the hotel. It was the first really cold day of the year.

“Always, when I’m with you,” I said. And I meant it.

He stopped and tugged me closer. “Really?”

“Duh. Really.”

He pushed me back against a brick column. It was cold. I could feel the chill seeping through my light jacket.

Jace kissed me and I felt a quickening in my stomach and my pussy.

“But I mean, like, excited?”... Read More