It's not so hard to say you're sorry...

I paced the floor after I got home,not even looking at the things I bought. I couldn't handle leaving this up in the air. I hated him being upset with me. I needed to apologize. I fucked up.

I made my way to his house,terrified of what might happen. Why did I need his forgiveness?

I boldly approached the door,knocking,fingers crossed hoping I would get the invite that is necessary for a vampire. I had to make this right.

He looked aloof as he answered,inviting me in and walking away from the door. He was amazing,at home without a shirt,his every feature exposed.

I stumbled through an apology,he accepted without hesitation. We immediately began talking as if nothing had happened. He knew things about me,things I didn't share. He was reading me.

He picked up on an old curse,removing the magic from me without provocation,just because. Why? I needed to get to know him.

He told me about a vampire that had threatened him. I was protective right away. I invited him to come with me, I would find a way to get her to leave him alone.

My sister showed up as we were discussing things. It was apparent what she wanted, I felt a pang of jealousy,unexplained to me.

Brandon chose to leave with me, we drove to NOLA,joking and laughing. It was natural and I wanted to drive forever. I was exhausted from the magic removal.

He carried me to bed,slept beside me and offered his blood in the morning to help bring my energy back. It was then that I realized,I couldn't be without him.

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