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was always the same age she was now, or thereabouts, in his visions. It was only once he'd fully matured
fifteen years ago that they'd began to become more frequent, increasing until the point, two years ago,
where he'd had them every night.
It would be different for Kim. She would only have had them the past year or so. Human females that
were coming into heat didn't have them consistently until just a couple of weeks to a month before they
were ready for mating. Judging by the way Kim smelt and the way she acted around him, she was ready.
He couldn't quite believe that he'd been waiting almost thirty years for her and this moment. He just
hoped that she was receptive to the idea. He wouldn't be able to keep it hidden from her forever. To
mate with him meant leaving humanity behind and becoming like him. Her aging would slow to a stop as
she reached maturity herself, and then she'd live forever like him.
He frowned and sat up.
Unless someone killed her when she was in her prime. He wasn't convinced that his mother had killed his
father and then taken her own life. It wasn't like her at all. She'd hated his father with such a fiery passion,
but she never would've killed him.
Walking into the bathroom, he tossed the used tissue into the toilet and flushed. He looked at himself in
the mirror, studying his face and watching his eyes slowly yellowing as he allowed his primal side to the
forefront.
He shook his head and turned away, looking back into the bedroom at the large double bed. Its crisp
white sheets were crumpled where he'd been lying on them. He hadn't meant to fall asleep, but after
returning home from his run and having a shower, he'd had nothing to do but wait. Time had passed
impossibly slowly, dragging the afternoon out until it had become unbearable. He wanted to see her
again.
He'd lain on the bed, staring at the ceiling and listening to the sounds of silence, while enjoying the cool
breeze that was bringing the smell of summer in through his window. The next thing he'd known, he was
lost in a fantasy.
Turning back into the bathroom, he turned the shower on, making sure the water was deliciously cool
before stepping under the jet. He closed his eyes and thought about tonight.
In just a few hours, she'd be with him again.
Shortly after that, he'd see just where the hunger between them would take them.
He wanted her.
He was damn well going to get her.
* * * *
Kim almost fell over when the door buzzer rang through the flat. She hopped towards it, desperately
fighting her shoe and squeezing it onto her foot just before she reached the intercom.
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She pressed the answer button.
"Hello? she said.
A little black and white picture flickered into life. It was Erik. Her heart pounded at the sight of him as he
leaned in close to the camera and smiled winsomely.
"Going to let me in? he purred the words at her.
She nodded, as though he could see her, and pressed the button.  Sure. Third floor. Don't take the lift."
The screen went black and she struggled to get her other shoe on. She repeatedly smoothed the little
black summer dress down over her body, struggling to breathe normally as questions crowded her mind
and her stomach danced with the thought of seeing Erik again.
She looked down at herself. It was the only black dress she owned and she was glad it still fit her. It was
snug at the top but flared out at the hips, making it light and breezy. Perfect for such tropically hot
weather. She did the top button up and wondered what Erik would think of it. She'd chosen it purely
because of his love of black. She was wearing black underwear too. Not that she was jumping to
conclusions, but it was best to be prepared.
She pushed a strand of hair back into her ponytail and went into the kitchen. Taking the rosé wine out of
the refrigerator, she poured two large glasses and carried them with her to the door. Placing them down
on the side table in the narrow hall, she readied herself.
Someone knocked. Her heart jigged about in time with her stomach. She took a deep breath and told
herself that this was it. There was no need to panic. It was just drinks with Erik and finding out what that
paragraph meant. That was it. It wasn't going to go any further than that, so there was no need to be
disappointed if it didn't.
She opened the door, a bright smile on her lips.
God Almighty, if she didn't want to melt into a puddle right then and there. Her smiled faded, replaced
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