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(I just left it up because everyone seems to be enjoying it so much. *grin*)
TITLE: Always Read the Fae Print
GENRE: YA urban fantasy
Making out with my hot Dutch boyfriend at work? Awesome.
Spotting a fae sliding across the kitchen counter behind said hot Dutch boyfriend's back? Less awesome.
I tensed up like a steel girder as the fae's too-thin body crept past, but tried to keep Arjan from noticing. Mom always said the best way to deal with fae was to pretend you couldn't see them. An easy task in theory--Arjan's lips on mine made the best distraction ever--but even though the fae probably wasn't harmful, Mom's homeschooling had fed me enough horror stories about those bug-eyed jerks that I wanted to be prepared.
Also? I didn't want fae staring at my epic make-out sessions. Talk about awkward.
Reluctantly, I put one hand on Arjan's chest and disentangled myself. "I'm thirsty," I whispered.
"Oh. Right." Arjan's normally pale face was flushed. He licked his lips. "Could we talk about something?"
Uh-oh. Did my kissing need work? Could be: I'd never made out with a real, live, non-magical human being before Arjan. As far as smooching went, vampires usually settled for 'warm and bloody', and I'd never gotten far with that necromancer dude Aunt Ellen had tried to set me up with. Arjan had also brushed past my scars earlier--not difficult, given how friggin' huge they were--and that never failed to give me the jitters and--
Another movement from the corner of my eye. I tried valiantly to keep my attention on Arjan instead of five gazillion disaster scenarios.