So, what were you about to do that day, then? Float away or something?”
“No.” He looked up from the ground and smiled. “I was about to lift you in my arms and run, vampire speed, to the closet room under the auditorium stage.”
“You would not,” I said, my tone ringing in question.
“Ara—” he raised one brow, “I'm a guy. Not a saint.

Autore: Angela M. Hudson