In the Eyes of Jaseline: More of Hallo Eve

I twirled in the red silk dress. I pulled the ruber brand out of my hair and my hair fell loosely to my breasts.

"You should wear your hair like that more often." Castor said
Aden just stared at me in awe. It seems like I was getting much closer to Castor. Aden is just harder to understand then Castors.
His colder, harder, and he lies more. But I've course I could never hate beautiful Aden.

"You told her, didn't you?" Aden said

Castor nodded. "I told her about the girls."

"The girls?" I asked

"Yes. I invited them over. there be here at eight. I think I'm going to hunt. Are you going to be alone with her? Your not going to try to kill her?" Castor asked

Aden laughed. "I won't try to kill her."

Only Castor didn't laugh. He had a dry sense of humor when it came to that. He found nothing funny in that matter.

"Can you close your eyes?" I asked I wanted to change out of this dress.

I turned my back to Aden.

"My eyes are closed." He said

I dropped the dress.

"I lied. I never closed my eyes." Then I felt his cold breathe on my neck and his mouth on my shoulders. I felt his fangs, the fine points of them. Only, he wasn't going to hurt me with them. He only wanted me to feel them.

"Your a stunner. You know that? You know how beautiful, you are?"

"Can I get dressed now?" I asked

He chuckled "Kiss me first."

"What?" I asked

"Not on the lips but just on my cheek."

I stood on my toes, titled my head and kissed his soft cheek. We stayed within eye level of each other. I was falling, falling, falling, into his deep blue eyes. Our bodies were getting closer and closer.

"Come closer."

I came closer.

"Kiss me."

He lifted up his shirt and led my hands across the hard muscles of his skin.

Then he dropped my skin.

"You can get dressed now."

I blinked and I came back to life. That was strange with Aden. It was very strange to just feel. I was in a trance and I didn't know what was happening. I didn't know what happened. I just knew I was touching Aden and kissing him.
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