How to Flirt With a Vampire and Still Make It to Work on Time

 

I swear I didn’t mean to.
Tyler’s the kind of trouble that makes you forget you’re supposed to clock in by nine.

We met in the rain—cliché, I know. But clichés exist for a reason: because chaos loves romance.

He grinned, water dripping from his lashes, and said, “You smell like lightning.”
I said, “You look like the kind of mistake I’ll meditate about later.”

He laughed. I melted. The rest was a blur of teeth, temptation, and me pretending my neck wasn’t asking for trouble.

By sunrise, I was back in my apartment, pretending to be a functioning adult. But the mirror caught me—eyes still glowing faintly from the night before. My humanity doesn’t hide well when I’m kissed by something immortal.

Note to self: Vampire love bites are not approved healing methods in the Envoy manual.
Note two: I don’t care.