“Where is Theo?” I ask when I realize he is no longer on the couch.
“Cooking dinner,” Tobias says, walking us into the kitchen.
Theo is busy cooking some pasta dish. My stomach growls at the delicious smell, and Tobias places me on a stool before going to help Theo. I watch Tobias take his suit jacket off, placing it on the back of a chair before rolling his shirt sleeves to his elbows. I watch them both, amazed at the fact they are both mine. It somehow doesn’t feel real.
“Mmm, someone smells nice.” I look at Theo, confused, then realize he is talking about me. I press my legs together and I can feel the dampness of my panties from kissing Tobias. Theo walks over, his hand grabs my breast through my shirt and pinches my nipple as he kisses my cheek. “Keep smelling like that and the only thing I will be eating is you,” he whispers before pulling my hair, forcing me to look up at him.
His cold lips crash down on mine hungrily, sucking my tongue into his mouth before biting down on my lip. My stomach tightens, and I can feel my juices spill onto my thighs, arousal coursing through my entire body.
“Theo, leave her be. After dinner you can play,” Tobias says, placing three plates on the table. I’m no longer hungry, I want something else, and it isn’t food. I pout when Theo moves away, sitting opposite me. Tobias sits next to me; he squeezes my thigh. “Eat.” I roll my eyes at him for ruining our fun. Tobias grips my chin, making me look at him. “I think it’s about time you drop that attitude you have.” I swallow, and he notices, his lips turn up slightly. He kisses me softly before biting my lip hard. “Now, eat without the attitude.” He lets my chin go and I fight the urge to say something snarky back, but I can tell he knows I’m holding my tongue. Theo smirks and I glare at him.
After dinner, I wash the dishes and follow them back out to the living room, Tobias leaves for a few minutes and comes back with wood for the fire. He stacks the timber and stokes it. I drop onto the couch and flick through the movies. Not long after, I chose one movie – the conjuring.
“You want to watch a horror movie?” Asks Theo, incredulous.
“Hey, I like horrors, just don’t like going to bed afterwards,” Theo shakes his head before holding his arms out for me. I nestle into his arms; Tobias sits next to both our heads.
I jump a few times during the movie, making Tobias and Theo both laugh as my heart hammers in my chest. Tobias even waits for the movie to build up suspense and takes great pleasure in grabbing me, scaring the living daylights out of me. Halfway through, I need to pee, I look at the stairs a few times. This old house becomes as intimidating as the one in the movie, with its dark shadows. I wriggle a bit, trying to hold my bladder. “What’s wrong? Stop wriggling,” Theo says.
“I need to pee,” Tobias looks down at me.
“Then go pee,” he says, raising an eyebrow at me, I stand up and walk to the stairs. All the lights are off, and I can’t see the top of the stairs, only shadows. Tobias and Theo watch me, frozen, with one foot on the step, clutching the railing. I hear one of them laugh.
“What’s wrong, Imogen? You’re not scared, are you?” Theo says, trying not to laugh.
“No,” I say defiantly, but my heart rate gives me away. I move up a step and freeze again and look over the railing at them. “Can one of you come with me please?”
Tobias gets up laughing, “I thought you said you weren’t scared.”
“I’m not, it’s just dark up there,” I say, walking up the steps, stopping halfway when I don’t feel him behind me. He’s standing on the bottom step, arms folded, an amused expression on his face.
“Tobias,” I squeak.
“You’re in a house with a vampire and a werewolf and that doesn’t scare you, but a movie does,” he states, walking up the steps behind me.
“Yeah, but you’re not scary,” I state, walking up the steps.
When I reach the landing, Theo jumps out of the shadows. “Boo!” I scream and run before realizing it’s Theo.
“You asshole, you just scared the hell out of me. How did you get past us?” I say, slapping his arm and walking past him into the bathroom, flicking the light on.
“There are stairs at the other end of the house leading up here,” he tells me. I shut the door and quickly pee, I wash my hands and open the door. Both of them lean on the door frame, waiting for me.
“We need to head to bed soon, I have work in the morning,” Tobias states. I yawn, suddenly feeling tired, it must be late. I go to say something but then stop, not wanting a repeat of earlier. I follow them into the room and climb into bed. Tobias takes his shirt off and climbs in next to me.
Theo turns a small lamp on and grabs a book before lying beside me. My eyebrows furrow confused. “You’re not tired?” I ask.
“Vampires don’t sleep, Imogen,” he chuckles.
“But I saw you sleep,” I point out, confused.
“No, we don’t sleep, but we do get stuck in a trance which resembles sleep,” he tells me. Tobias yawns next to me and pulls me against him.
Although I am tired, I still want to know more, so I keep questioning him. “What do you mean?”
“Well, it’s kind of like being stuck in your own thoughts, becoming trapped in a way. You don’t realize time is passing,” he explains.
I would hate to be stuck in my own mind; it’s my biggest critic. I seriously can’t imagine being trapped in it. “How long does it last?”
Theo seems to think for a second before answering. “My longest would be a month before Tobias pulled me out of it.”
“A month?” How lonely must have he felt during that time? I reach out and drape my arm across his lap. It doesn’t take long before I fall asleep.