continued from Something In The AirAFTER A VERY PASSIONATE INTERLUDE in Jenna's bed, and a quiet moment of lolling about, Jenna excused herself to get a drink of water. She wrapped her
hooded short pink robe around herself and made her way to the ensuite. She ran the tap for a few seconds, until the cold water chilled a little and what was sitting in the pipes had come out, and the tips of her fingers could detect the difference. Taking out her toothbrush and paste from the drinking glass she kept as a holder, she filled it up halfway and shut the tap off before drinking it all in one go.
The reflection directly in front of her followed her every move, and she tucked the empty glass into her chest and stared at herself. She'd broken a promise she'd made to herself by sleeping with Sebastian. A naive promise, perhaps, made in the second last year of high school, but one she'd kept for ten years. After witnessing her friends regretting their lovers and hearing about marriages breaking up over affairs with other people they cared little about, she'd vowed never to sleep with anyone she didn't love. If sex could impact on someone's life so much, then shouldn't it be done in the name of love and not on some physical whim? Funny, it had been easy to keep her promise, because even though she'd liked many men, and she'd found them very attractive, she'd never had that lust for them as she had with Sebastian. So what did that mean? Had she never really been tested until now? Did that mean her resolve was weak? It was easy to keep a promise when there was no temptation, but now that there was, she'd indulged.
Putting the glass down back in its spot while frowning, she replaced the toothbrush and toothpaste into it and then leant on the bathroom counter to take a good long hard look at herself in close-up. The light was off but her eyes were adjusted to the dark enough to see a woman glaring back at her. This woman looked accusing, but what was she accusing Jenna of? Breaking promises? Or of over-thinking?
With a sigh she turned her head and the rest of her body followed. Back out of the bathroom, where she paused near the doorway to look at the vampire on her bed. He was beautiful and sexy and a sight to behold.
"Are you staying during the day?" she asked quietly. She would understand if not, because it would be an immense amount of trust. She didn't have the kind of electronic shutters that kept out the light like at Kerr's place. Her curtains were block-outs, sure, and she would never put him in harm's way, but she understood that he might not enjoy the idea of a single sweep of curtains being able to end his existence. Vampires were so frail during the day.