As they headed back towards the library’s main building Sebastian cast a sideways glance at the young woman, wondering how this night would really end. She had started the finish, but was allowing him to speak more, to escort her a little further, to hold open another door for her. Perhaps if he asked to take her all the way home, in just the right tone of voice, she would agree to that as well. But she would probably turn on him again at some point. No, it would be best to leave it as well as he could.
And perhaps she would agree to see him again. Despite how quickly things seemed to fall apart around her, and how often he seemed to put his foot in his mouth, he still craved her and wanted to taste her, to let himself know whether she was as exquisite as he thought she might be. And if she was in the right mood, they did seem to get along quite well, in short bursts at least.
Once inside, Seb instantly felt where the author was and put himself between the younger vampire and his companion as they strolled along.
“I don’t have a book with my face on it to write it in, but could I give you the number for my telephone, just in case you decide to give me a… third chance?” Seb asked, looking across at her again with a smile. So things hadn’t gone well tonight, but they could have gone worse. And maybe one night he would be able to catch her in just the right mood and he would be in just the right frame of mind that they wouldn’t resort to sniping at one another.
“Lucy bought me this thing and I hardly know how to use it, so I can’t promise I will answer the first time you call,” he added, pulling his sleek looking mobile out of his pocket, which was currently off, and frowning at it slightly. He hadn’t bothered looking at the instructions yet, which probably would help a huge amount, as the crash course Lucy had given him had quickly been taken over by other matters he’d thought more important.
“If you call,” he corrected himself after a second.