I was blocking his way into the sanctuary, and when he realized I wasn’t going to invite him in, his grip on my upper arms hesitated. “Your class isn’t until one-thirty. You have time to take a shower,” he said, clearly wanting to know why I was rushing out the door.

Maybe if you help me, I thought wickedly, unable to stop my grin. He caught my look, and as a spark of titillation zinged through me, his nostrils widened to take in my mood. He couldn’t hear my thought, but he could read my pulse, my temperature, and considering the randy look I knew I had, it wasn’t hard to figure out what was on my mind.

His fingers tightened, and from the hallway came Ivy’s voice: “Hi, Kist.”

Not dropping his gaze, Kisten answered, “Morning, love,” not bothering to take out the heat rebounding between us.

She snorted, the soft sound of her bathroom door closing a clear indication that she was all right with the relationship Kisten and I had, despite their old boyfriend/girlfriend status. If he touched my blood, things would get nasty, which was why Kisten wore caps on his teeth when we slept together. But if I was going to be sharing my body with someone other than Ivy, she’d rather it be with Kisten. And that’s…where we were.

Ivy and Kisten’s relationship was more platonic these days, with a little blood thrown in to keep things close. Our situation had become a balancing act since she had tasted my blood and swore never to touch it again, but she didn’t want Kisten touching it either, unable to give up the hope we could find a way to make it work, even as she denied it was possible. Defying his usual submissive role, Kisten had told Ivy he’d risk it if I succumbed to temptation and let him break my skin. But until then, we could all pretend that everything was normal. Or whatever passed for normal these days.

“Let’s just go?” I said, my ardor cooling at the reminder that this screwed-up situation would hold steady as long as the status quo didn’t change.

Chuckling, he let me push him to the door, but Skimmer’s obvious throat clearing turned him from pliable vampire to immovable rock, and I slumped in defeat when her sultry voice echoed in the sanctuary. “Good morning, Kisten.”

Kisten’s smile widened as his gaze flicked between the two of us, clearly sensing my exasperation. “Can we go?” I whispered.

Eyebrows high, he turned me to the door. “Hi, Dorothy. You look nice today.”