Because Now I Want A Kiss! (Book 5)

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Chapter 4

Shaking his head at his Bruder, Felix waved him off and headed back to Rebecca. Propping the tire against the front-fender, Felix shoved his gloves into his back pocket. He then walked over to kneel next to her.

Rebecca looked at him. Her eyes were now dry but red from crying.

Felix didn’t say anything, just pulled her into his arms and held her close. “Ah, Kitten, don’t cry anymore. It hurts me to know you are sad. Do you wish to talk about it?”

Rebecca shook her head, rubbing his chest as she did. She then took a deep breath before saying, “Let’s just get my tire fixed. I’m feeling hungry. Crying always makes me hungry.”

Felix chuckled before gently pushing her back so he could give her a loving kiss. He stood up, pulled his gloves from his pocket, and put them on. Then, grabbing the tire, Felix made short work of mounting it back on her car. Once Felix was finished with the tire, he placed the jack back in her trunk and closed it.

Rebecca, noticing he’d completed his task, stood up and handed him her keys.

“You want me to drive? I could be a horrible driver for all you know,” Felix teased.

“Can’t be any worse than I am. After all, I’m the one who ran over the board with the nail in it this morning,” Rebecca reminded him with a laugh. Then she crawled into the passenger side and closed the door, leaving him standing there.

With a shrug, he walked over to the driver’s side and got in. After strapping in, he asked, “Where to, Kitten?”

“Do you like pizza?” Rebecca asked him, and he nodded. “Okay, then let’s do that. It’s been a stressful morning, so I need lots of calories.”

Leaning toward her, he asked, “Has it all been stressful?”

Rebecca gazed into his eyes, and he felt his beast struggling with the need to be free. He forced it down because now was not the time for his eyes to turn red.

“No. In fact, meeting you is the best thing that has happened to me in a long time Felix.”

Cupping one hand around her neck, he gently pulled her toward him, whispering, “You make me happy too, Kitten.”

“Felix,” she murmured.


“We should go now,” Rebecca told him.


“Because now I want a kiss. If we start kissing again, we might not be able to stop if the way you’re looking at me is any indication.”

“How exactly am I looking at you?” Felix asked, his voice husky with repressed desire.

“Like you want to... Like you want more than I’m willing to give you right now,” Rebecca softly answered. Her face was now a bright red, and she had lowered her eyes.

“Hm... you might be right, but I would never take more than you’re willing to give me,” Felix solemnly informed her. He took a deep breath to rein his desire in. Kissing her on the cheek, he straightened up in his seat and started the car, saying, “Let’s go have pizza.”

Felix pulled away from the curb and headed downtown. Fifteen minutes later, they were seated in a booth, sipping drinks as they waited for their pizza to arrive.

Rebecca took a deep breath as she looked around. “I love pizza. I worked here for a while at the beginning of the year, but my grades started slipping. So, Mom made me quit.”

“May I ask how old you are.”

Rebecca looked back at him. “I’m eighteen, but my birthday is in a couple of weeks. May twenty-first. How old are you?”

“I’m... twenty-four,” Felix answered.

Rebecca giggled a bit as the waitress placed their pizza on the table. Once she left, Rebecca proceeded to put a slice of pizza for each of them on a plate, saying, “You didn’t sound really sure about your age right there. Are you sure you are being truthful with me?”

Felix sighed internally. No, I’m genuinely not truthful, but right now is not the time to tell her the truth. He smiled at her though and said, ”Ja, well, you know what they say, age is just a number, and you’re only as old as you feel. So, some days I feel a whole lot older than twenty-four.”

“Ah... okay, I can accept that because I understand where you’re coming from. When... when my dad passed, it seemed as if my mom aged ten years. Now that she’s finally starting to come out of it a bit, look happier, smile more, she doesn’t look quite so old,” Rebecca told him. Then she picked up her first piece of pizza and ate it in about five bites.

Felix picked up his knife and fork and began to eat also. He was grabbing a second slice when he realized she wasn’t eating but looking at him instead. Puzzled, he questioned, “What is wrong?”

“Why are you eating with a fork?”

“I don’t like to be dirty, remember?” Felix reminded her with a laugh. Then, wrinkling his nose, he added, “Pizza grease on my hands? Nein, I think not.”

Rebecca laughed too. Shaking her head, she grabbed another slice and practically inhaled it also.

They then began to talk about minor things, such as what they like to do in their free time and the kind of movies they watched.

After a while, though, Felix noticed Rebecca seemed to be looking at something to the left of them. Turning slightly, he saw it was two boys about her age at a table talking. They both had black hair, pale skin and were also wearing black leather jackets.

“A bit warm for leather, don’t you agree?” Felix questioned as he turned back to face her. Seeing she was still looking at them, he asked, “Do you know them?”

Rebecca turned from looking at the boys to look at Felix. The puzzled look left her face, and she smiled. “I think I maybe know the one, he looks so familiar to me, but I can’t quite place him. And yes, it is a bit warm for leather, but maybe...” she trailed off as she leaned forward.

Felix leaned forward also as he stared into her sparkling eyes. He had seen this same look enough on the face of Bruno to know it meant she was probably up to no good. However, since he was curious about what she was up to, he asked, “Maybe... what?”

“Maybe they’re... vampires,” Rebecca whispered before placing a hand over her mouth and giggling.

Felix leaned back, shaking his head and trying not to laugh because he knew for a fact that they were humans. Vampires can just sense each other. He decided to go along with her, though, because he enjoyed her laughter. “Really? What exactly makes you believe that?”

“Well... vampires really pale, you know, ’cause they’re dead, and so are those two. Also, in books and stuff, they always say vampires don’t feel the heat or the cold. So, therefore, the need for the leather,” Rebecca told him with a nod of self-satisfaction.

“That is an interesting theory, Kitten,” Felix murmured as he leaned forward again. “Now, what if I told you I could take you to meet a real vampire. What would you say?”

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