Chapter 136

While I studied the flex of Jacek's ass as he moved in the kitchen, I hit refresh on my laptop for about the 1,025th time that day. It was Christmas Eve Eve, a day where people bustled about with cheeks stained red from excitement and cold, not approving my college readmission like I hoped they would, the bastards.

"Slayer," he said, popping a mug of blood into the microwave.

"Mmmm?" I hit refresh again, taking notes in my head about the delicious curve underneath his black athletic pants as he bent over slightly. He was shirtless, thank god, the scars on his back rippling over his muscles like wind on grass.

"Are you checking out my ass again?" he asked without looking.

"I have to." It was then I realized I had a dazed smile stuck to my face, and it widened. "Have you seen it?"

He stuck it out and wiggled it, which made me snort-laugh.