|Publisher:||JMS Books LLC|
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|Age Range:||12 - 18 Years|
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He came back, in the middle of the night.
I'd obviously settled well enough into that luxurious bed, because I awoke suddenly from the depths of dreamless sleep, cushioned on the sumptuous mattress. I was aware of Eliot, standing at the side of the bed and watching me. The lamps were all extinguished and he was a different shade of shadow in the dark room, backlit by a sliver of moonlight from a rare opening between the curtains. His eyes shone in the gloom, a dark, brittle gleam.
"What are you doing in my room?" I gasped. Stupid thing to say, when there were so many other things crowding my disorientated mind...
"It's my room as well," he replied, his voice sounding disembodied in the darkness, only the silhouette of his body in clear sight, only the white teeth of his smile glinting. "You're my gift, so I keep you in my room."
What? Had he been sleeping here as well? Underneath the sheets, I stretched out a hand, wondering if I could feel the evidence of another body beside me--and the mattress was warm. I realised that I was nude; I felt the cool linen sheets clinging softly against my skin. All of it.
Oh shit, what was going on here? I felt thick-headed, as if I'd been drugged, but as far as I could remember I'd taken nothing but water since I arrived. For the first time, I wondered if this place was as alien to me as I'd originally thought. Had I been on my way here, in the first place? It would explain how Eliot seemed to know me, to expect me ... although I had no recollection of him. And what was this thing with the bedroom? My skin crawled with a mixture of astonishment and excitement. He undressed you. Undressed you, and laybeside you in this huge bed...
I need answers! I thought, with a flash of spirit that I dragged up from somewhere in my bemused brain. I need to know where the hell I am, who this guy is, what he wants with me, what he's done with my clothes....
Eliot smiled again. I felt the heat of his gaze on me, and somewhere along the way I lost the will to ask any of my questions. It was like he knew exactly what I'd been thinking; knew exactly how I was feeling. I felt stripped bare of far more than my ruined shirt.
"You don't need clothes," he said, softly, confirming my suspicions. "You're rested now."
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
A very sexy and intriguing read and wonderful addition to my Halloween/paranormal shelf. I don't know as it could have been even better with length so much as I would have enjoyed knowing a little more of Eliot's past but as a whole, His Gift is a very entertaining short story full to the brim with all kinds of sexy.