Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 113

Rebecca

I'm balancing on a wall made of stones. My arms are on either side, and everything feels great. The wind fans my hair around my face, and William glances up at me. It makes me smile how he keeps an eye on me, ready to catch me if I fall. He is so protective.

My heart squeezes, and a blush coats my cheeks. William is a gentle spirit, somehow sweeter than he was before.

I look down at him. "So what does it mean that you're a demon now? Does that change something?"

William pauses mid-step.

He doesn't frighten me as much as he did before. His intense stare holds power over me, and it's something I respect. My blood quickens, heart pounds faster. But I'm not afraid.

His lips part. "It changes a lot."

"Like?"

He is quiet for a while, seeming to hesitate. "I'm William, but I'm also not William..."

I furrow my eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"Like..." he sucks his lips into his mouth, eyes focusing on some invisible spot. "Imagine waking up with Greta's memories one day. You remember everything from your own life, but also everything from hers. Every experience. Every smile and everything she has ever done. All of her experiences would mash with yours. Would that still make you Rebecca?"

Oh.

The answer is probably no because our experiences define who we are.

Sadness wraps around my heart.

I stop walking and turn around to face William. He is at least two heads shorter than me when I'm up on the wall. It gives me room to study him. See his eyes without having to break my neck.

"You do that?" I whisper. "Remember everything from the demon's life and every thought and experience it had?"

His smile is brief and insecure as if he is scared of how I might react. The fear of rejection is also visible in his eyes. It seems to hurt him to talk about this.

"Yes..."

William furrows his eyebrows, and at that moment, he looks vulnerable. Muscular and tall. At first glance, he is an intimidating alpha, but with extreme loneliness in his eyes. It makes me want to hug him. "Does that make you afraid of me?"

My heart clammers. I'm about to tell William I'm not afraid, but he speaks before I can talk.

"Regardless of what or who I am... I like you, Rebecca," William doesn't break eye contact and touches my leg, lightly squeezing it. "I like you a lot. In fact, I might be falling for you and all of your inner layers." "Layers?"

"Yes, you're like an onion."

I cannot hide my surprise. "How so?"

He smiles faintly under the sun. "You act tough, but you're vulnerable like me on the inside. And that part about you... It makes you human and so goddamn beautiful that it's physically painful to look at you."

I breathe a laugh. "I'm not beautiful."

He peers up at me. "You are, both on the inside and on the outside. It's truly a blessing to spend time with you... You make me happy. And I want to become a better person when I'm with you."

My heart is pounding in my ears. "Why?"

"Because..." William scratches the back of his head, blushing even though it's hard to see due to his tanned complexion. "It will sound so cheesy..."

"Say it anyway."

"Uhh... Okay... When you see a cute child, dog, cat, flower, or anything you like, you get this special look on your face."

"Look?"

"This big smile. It sets my heart on fire. Your lips strain, and your laugh is beautiful. You smile with your entire face, and I want to be the man who puts that look on your face, Rebecca. And so... I wish to become better. And I must work on myself because I want to be the reason why you're smiling." Tears prickle behind my eyelids.

I even lose the ability to breathe, taken by his words. My chest feels a little too tight, and my heart a little too big. William's words hit me straight in the soul, and I'm floundering. Falling.

I'm looking at William, but he isn't just a beautiful face anymore. What is under the surface shines through, making his whole package more appealing to my eyes.

I feel sparks.

And it scares the hell out of me because I know this is me falling for a demon. Someone who isn't a human.

But does it matter?

"That might be..." I take a deep breath, nervous because there is now a story on William's face. It tells of a boy who is falling for a girl. "That might be the most beautiful thing someone has ever told me."

I expect William to flirt with me, mess with me for giving him yet another compliment. But he gives me this smile that makes my blood boil inside my veins.

I forget myself in him. His mouth with that divot. It's the kind of mouth that makes you think about kissing. Deep, hot, and passionate kissing. Frantic and seductive tasting of each other's mouths. Holy moon goddess. I'm not supposed to get breathless when I look William in the freaking eyes.

But they are deep-set, one shockingly blue while the other is blazing red, surrounded by long, dark lashes. The colors are so intense that it's almost unworldly.

Something about the way he focuses on me looks at me, makes every nerve turn tense. His hands are skimming up my leg, resting on my a*s as he steps closer, neck craned to peer up at me.

I place my hands on his broad shoulders. William reads me like a book and lifts me off the stone wall.

He easily lowers me to the ground. I soon have to raise my chin because he is towering over me by more than a foot.

Big, beautiful bastard.

Sometimes I feel childish under his eyes. I'm delicate and short, while he is buff and strong.

But I can't let my insecurities stop me from touching him.

I place my hands on his abs, letting them roam higher, and he blinks down into my eyes. If he is bothered by my touching him, he doesn't show it. William stands frozen, and I can feel his quick heartbeat. He looks so genuinely interested and scared of what I might do to him that I pause and study him.

Dark hair is falling into his eyes, and his pulse beats faster against my hands pressed to his t-shirt. His lips quirk by the corner into an insecure smile, and he is beautiful. Inside and out.

It gives me the courage to tip-toe closer, not that it gives me much of an advantage. William is too tall for me to kiss him, and I end up glaring into his face, pouting, really.

He smiles at me, searching my frown. "Is something the matter?"

"Yes."

"You going to tell me about it?"

"I want to kiss you, but you're too tall."

A breath of a laugh leaves his lips, and I blush brightly, especially when his smile turns radiant.

"I'm not that tall," he dips down to scoop me into his arms. My legs instinctively wrap around his tapered waist. William finds my eyes, and dimples form on his face. "You're just tiny." My fingers wind up in his soft locks. "How is it not being tall when you're six-foot-five?" "Six-foot-six."

My eyes widen, and I gasp at him. "See! You're huge!"

William chuckles and presses his head into me, rubbing against my skin while holding me close. He is affectionate for being a demon, and my heart goes thump-thump-thump.

I like him.

A lot.

I play with his hair and close my eyes to let his manly scent waft into my nostrils.

William sighs. "I'm scared, Rebecca..."

"Of what?"

"Rejection..."

My heart squeezes painfully inside my chest. "From me?"

"Mhm."

"I already rejected you, though." And I kind of regret it.

"Yes, but... You're giving me a chance, and I'm terrified you're going to... I don't know... I don't want to read your mind, but I'm so afraid of not being accepted by you. I'm not the William you fell in love with in that other timeline, but... I love you." My heart stops.

He loves me.

This William loves me.

My breathing kicks into overdrive, and a tear runs down my cheek while I stare out into nothingness. I don't think anyone has ever told me those three words before.

This big, beautiful demon boy loves me.

How did I not see that coming?

Since I woke up from my coma, we have been inseparable, yet somehow I never thought a demon could develop-

"But you don't have to say it back! This won't change how I treat you, even if you don't love me," William interrupts my thoughts and sighs heavily. "I know that you're in love with the other William. And I understand that I'm a demon. You're probably disgusted by me, but... I thought you should know how I feel because you're the only thing I think about."