We both stared at each other. Questions filled his eyes and I was sure mine looked the same. I think we both wanted to see fear in each others faces but there was no fear in this room.
Then everything happened in a flash. I reached for him even though he was several feet from me. Then somehow, I was in his arms and his lips met mine.
Words couldn't describe that perfect kiss. It was like all of the romantic love scenes I had cried at, were nothing. It was gentle but still passionate. He swept me into his arms without removing his lips from mine. He carried me to the bed and we were lying down; me still in his strong embrace. It all felt so right with him. So natural. My emotions ran wildly through my heart. I tried to calm down, but that wasn't going to happen while I was kissing James.
I pulled away from him with a lot of effort on my part; unwilling to stop. He immediately looked hurt.
"Did I do something wrong?" he asked.
"No, it’s not your fault at all. It’s all me, trust me." I said bitterly. I knew if I felt any emotion to strongly, it would happen again. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I ever hurt James of all people.
"Please, will you explain that to me? I am getting really confused. What is so bad about being a siren?" he asked, frustrated and confused.
I scowled at him. Just because he had the worse title, he thought he was more dangerous.
"I’ll explain to you about being a siren if you'll explain after," if he still wanted to be with me, "Mr. Vampire." I tried to lighten the mood before I dropped the bomb shell.
"Okay, go ahead." James said, unsuccessfully hiding his eagerness.
"How do I start? It’s a very long story. I guess I’ll start with the day I was born..."