“Vampires don’t ski.”
Mik sat on the end of the bed, arms crossed, glaring at him.
Van chuckled, tossing another sweater at his own personal vamp. “Werewolves do. You can sit at the lodge and drink hot buttered blood.”
“That’s disgusting.” Uh-huh. Mik was way less pissy than he was letting on. Way less. Hell, Jonny had personally recommended the lodge they were going to in Switzerland...
“It’s funny. Come on, baby. Christmas on the slopes.”
“Switzerland? Seriously? Me, on an overseas flight?”
“We could take a boat, but the snowpack might be gone...”
“I’m going to bite you.”
That got him to stop tossing clothes about, making him chuckle. “Promise?”
Mik grinned, fangs gleaming. “Uh-huh.”
“That would be a nice start to Christmas.”
His own personal bloodsucker started stalking. “Ho. Ho. Ho.”
“Still taking you skiing.”
Mik growled, the sound hot as fuck. “I told you, vampires don’t ski.”
Mik and Van are from Cereus: Opening (thanks to Julia for letting me borrow her boy for this one).
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