C38 Crimson and Ivory

Dianne lingered in the doorway, casting one last glance over her shoulder at Lewis. The vampire lay sprawled across the couch, his hair tousled and his eyes half-closed in a look of utter contentment. The warmth of their recent embrace still clung to her skin, a delicate blend of intimacy and yearning.

"You sure you'll be okay without me for a few minutes?" she teased, her voice a soft