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You'd think that after a year I'd get the hang of working in Starbucks. Well, what a load of crap because I was still having trouble figuring out the coffee machine.

Luckily, I was serving Kate but even so she looked ready to give up.

"You're useless." She commented from the other side of the counter. "Honestly how long could it take to-?"

"Got it! So be quiet." I snapped but quickly put on a smile when my manager sent me a disapproving look. "Here you go miss. And here's your brownie."

"Still useless. I'm in the corner with Pam for when you finish your shift. And don't burn yourself."

"Burn my-? ow!" I yelled when my fingers skimmed the boiling hot metal of the cappuccino machine.

Damn her! 

**

"So tell me, how're things?" Pamela smirked leaning forward. "Tell me how you and good old Michael are? I mean I've been home for a good week and this is the first time I've seen you! Tell me, I'm dying."

I grinned at my gorgeous British friend. "Kate's told you."

"Honey, I've been gone a year of course she told me." 

"I had to!" Katherine defended running a hand through her almost black hair. "If I didn't tell Pam you were engaged, John would have."

"First of all, I am not engaged it is a promise ring for the love of God how many times do I have to explain." I touched my fingers to the ring hanging from my neck and smiled remembering my nineteenth birthday. It felt like a lifetime ago now. Only last month it was my twentieth birthday and Nate had been around but now he's in Europe doing whatever the hell he's doing with himself. He says he'd been tracking Florence but... Who knows? 

"And second," I resumed. "I wanted to tell her."

"Well you took too long." Kate grumbled. "Just like you took too long to get my coffee."

"Ha, yeah." I looked at my watch and grimaced. "And that is my cue to leave."

"Oh, please not yet." Pam begged with a pout. "We've barely even talked. I've missed you."

"And I've missed you but Pam its Valentine’s Day. You're supposed to be with Nick and Kate you're supposed to be with... Um..."

"That's right I'm alone. Oh woe is me," She sighed over dramatically and I giggled. "I'll find the right one soon enough. I see it coming... Joke, I see nothing in fact. It's just darkness."

"Maybe that's your hint." I said as I stood up. "You can't look for it, you have to wait."

"Meh, fine. Have fun tonight, Evie."

My eyes narrowed. "You're not spying are you?"

"Honestly, I haven't watched you or Michael since last year. There isn't a point anymore but sometimes I do see the odd vision of you and Michael arguing or doing something stupid."

"Michael and I never argue."

"Yeah but when you do I see it all. Seriously I can't even handle the anger and passion between you both. Especially when you finish arguing and you end up canoodling; my god I have to force myself to stop."

My cheeks warmed. "I hate you."

"You love me. Now go before I force you to sit back down and I have to embarrass you more."

I said my goodbye to the girls and drove straight to Michael's house. It was almost half five now and I hadn't seen him all day. This morning I'd woken up and went straight to my morning class with my Greek Civilisation lecturer. Plus he'd already left by then. So I wasn't sure what to expect this evening. We agreed not to go all out so I bought him a card and developed a few more pictures we'd taken over the year. 

I walked into the house with a sigh and paused at the wall of different scents I'd just walked into.

"Michael?" I called glancing around the living room. No reply so I followed the delicious smell into the kitchen to find... Well, nothing. Not even the oven on, or any food on the breakfast table. Just a plate and a note on top:

'Put on something warm, Dimples. That's your only clue.'

I smiled and ran upstairs to change into a pair of jeans and a cream sweater. I tied my red hair up into a messy bun before walking downstairs into the study. As I opened the patio door I said, "Creative."

Michael grinned angelically at me from his seat on the new patio and stood. Tonight he was wearing a torso hugging blue dress shirt and a pair of dark jeans. "Well, we agreed we wouldn't go too far with Valentine’s Day."

"And this isn't going too far?"

The gorgeous beautiful vampire I called my boyfriend glanced at the candle and the prefect meal prepared for us both on the table. "It's not though?"

"It totally is." 

He opened his arms out to me and I walked right into them. "Want me to go out and get McDonald's instead?"

"No. I'd prefer your risotto any day."

Quickly, he pecked my lips and beamed at me. "Let's eat before it gets cold."

"Not that it would matter to you anyway."

As we ate, often exchanging comments on our day, I couldn't help but watch him. Although he ate not because he had to but because he wanted to, he truly looked like he was enjoying it unless it was for my benefit of course. I’d finished way before him so watching him wasn’t much of a problem. His sharp jaw clenched as he chewed and his perfect lips pursed as he swallowed. His beautiful green eyes looked down at his plate for a moment before he gathered another forkful and placed it into his mouth. A small gust of wind disturbed his neatly combed hair placing a stray lock onto his forehead.

"You keep looking at me like that and we won't be able to get to dessert."

I blinked. "Dessert?"

Michael cleaned his mouth, stood and held his hand out to me. "A Valentine’s Day special: chocolate and strawberries."

"Well, you did go all out then."

"Fine I did."

"Mm. How's John today?"

At the mention of his best friend, he frowned. "You know this month is hard for him."

"It's been over one hundred years." I mumbled. Although I was still unaware on the whole story about John, I'd learnt bits and pieces about his family. John previously promised he would tell me but in the end it was never mentioned again and I was too afraid to ask. And last year around this time when I realised John had disappeared from all contact I figured I needed to know. So I begged Michael to tell me. At first he didn't but after a while he let up on a few details.

"It's guilt."

I picked up the glasses and wine bottle whilst he carried in the dinner plates. "He shouldn't feel guilty it wasn't his fault and it has been over one hundred years." I repeated.

"He hasn't had closure, Evie. I literally never see him during February. I've tried to help. So has Pam. I guess he'll find his peace on his own terms."

"But how long will it take." I replied as I put the glasses in the dishwasher. "Right, so dessert or bed?"

He put the dishes on the side messily and was in front of me with a blink of the eye. "Bed."

"You'd think we'd be bored by now."

His devilish smirk said it all. "Never."

"Really?"

"Want me to prove it?" He took my hand and led me up the stairs straight to the bedroom. 

"I did actually want the dessert you know..." I said after I kicked my shoes off. "I haven't had strawberries in like-"

"Don't you want me to prove it?"

"Is it going to be corny?"

"Of course it will, Dimples!" He grabbed me by the waist, lifted me to wrap my legs around his waist and lay on the bed so he was in between my legs. "What do you take me for? We've been together over a year now."

"Funny how time flies."

"Funny how much I can love you more the longer we're together."

"Aren't you adorable?" My hands ran over his chest to the buttons on his shirt so I could touch his skin. "Think how much that will be when I turn and I'm your real age?"

One of the hands not holding him up covered mine, stopping me from carrying on. "You still want to?"

"You ask me this every time I make a turning comment, of course I want to. Haven't I explained a million times that I want to be with you and only you?"

His nose flared like it always did before an argument. Great. "Yes, but-"

"No, no. I don't want to argue with you, Michael. It's Valentine’s Day. I wanted to eat dinner, eat dessert, have sex and snuggle. So if I'm not allowed to have my dessert, I want sex and I want to snuggle."

After a few silent moments he broke out into a boyish grin. "You're more of an animal than me."

I grabbed his face and kissed him deeply grateful for that familiar moan I'd never ever, not in this lifetime or the next, get bored off. His large palms gripped my waist as I skimmed my finger tips along his collarbones and neck. Half of his weight pressed into me when I hooked my ankles onto his lower back.

"You know what? You're right I am." I mumbled as his mouth moved to my neck. 

"You are what?" 

"More of an animal than you."

He paused for a second to grab my hands and hold them above my head. "I was joking so explain."

"Well-"

"You can't, I win. Remember when we met?"

I rolled my eyes and tried wiggling out of his hold.

"Do you?"

"Yes, stupid."

"Who kissed who at that hockey game?"

"You kissed me," I grumbled. "But-"

"Wait. Who cornered who in the library?"

His other hand was creeping its way up my sweater. "Well, you did-"

"I win. And you know I've done a lot more so let's not get into this, hmm?"

I finally managed to free my hands and grabbed the collars of his shirt. “I’ll think of something.”

His green eyes darkened as he smirked. “If you say so.”

**

Over an hour later, we were laying silently together when it hit me.

“I seduced you in your classroom!!”

He lifted his head from my stomach with a startled expression. “What?”

“Remember? Come on...” My fingers stopped its mindless trails up and down his bare extremely muscled back to tickle under his chin. “After class like a while back I think I was getting you back.”

“Fine that’s once.” He carelessly shrugged.

“What? Come on that was in a classroom where anyone could have walked  by-“

“If I remember correctly a few months later I persuaded you to—“

“Alright, alright!” I interrupted remembering that moment of weakness when I allowed him to ‘seduce’ me during our hour break together.

“Do I win now?”

“Yeah, whatever.” I muttered.

“You know what you never did?”

“What?”

“Come up with a nickname for me.”

I furrowed my eyebrows and sat up causing him to sit up too. “I sort of did.”

“Green Eyes never stuck, Dimples.”

“Having a nickname for you is hard... You’re too perfect you literally have no flaws.”

“I have my flaws,” He said as he scrambled to lie beside me and wrap his arms around my waist. I rested my hand over his heart and pressed a kiss to his jaw. “Blood lust is a flaw.”

I snorted. “I’m talking about a physical flaw.”

“Are you saying your dimples are a physical flaw? I remember when I first saw your dimples. The day we met after I stopped you from almost killing that man. Temper, temper Miss. O’Shea.”

“It was an expensive jacket.” I defended.

“Nevertheless without that little outburst of yours we wouldn’t be here. So thank you.” His warm lips feathered a kiss onto my forehead. “I wouldn’t know what I’d be doing without you.”

His finger tips skimmed over my neck tracing the lines of the mark Florence had left.

“I wish this would go.” He mumbled against my head. “It reminds me of that night.”

Although I barely noticed the bite mark anymore, I knew still to this day, it bothered Michael. “It’s not as prominent anymore.”

“Maybe not to you.”

“Mike, sweetie, I love you. I’m here, I’m yours. Always and forever. Forget about this scar because the one you’re going to give me will mean so much more. I’m marrying you because I want to be yours forever. This scar? It’s in the past. Florence is gone. And even if she comes back, we won’t be caught off guard this time.”

For a moment I watched the riot of emotions play over his face and features. The love, the panic and fear, and then the calm. He kissed me the way he always did when he couldn’t express the words. So much raw passion and emotion that it had me clinging to him for life. He pulled back after a moment and said, “I don’t think I need a nickname. Just call me Mike.”

I frowned. “But everyone calls you Mike.”

“When it comes from you it sounds... better. You never really call me Mike anyway.”

“I suppose...”

He stroked my cheek before he said, “You know I love you.”

“As much as I love you?”

“I doubt it.”

“Let’s not get into this one.”

“It’s like the moving in argument all over again!”

I reared back and frowned. “We haven’t had an argument about moving in...”

His mischievous grin said it all. “We haven’t? Oh, that’s because we’ve never discussed you moving in.”

“You want me to move in?”

“For your third year so in September.”

“Really?”

“We’re getting married so why not move in first?”

I squealed and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Is this spontaneous or were you planning this?”

“I was planning on asking but I wasn’t sure when.” He chuckled as he hugged me back. “Plus you’re basically living here anyway.”

That was true. The only time I went back to the house was to get more clothes or to study when Michael was being distracting. “Mom’s going to be so excited.”

“Are you excited?”

“Of course I am,” I truly was. “By summer next year, this will be it.”

“How so?”

“Everything, you and me, will be permanent.”

As a very slow smile graced his lips, his pupils started to expand. “Are you scared, Evangeline?”

I smirked right back at him and said, “Scared? Of you? Never.”

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Oh Evie! Oh Michael! I miss you guys! Although developing Amy and John’s relationship has been AWESOME!!!!!!! I don’t know why, but I just felt like writing a little after bit so you guys could see how they were doing. It’s before Amy buy only by a few months :D

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 *BLOODSTAINED LOVE BITE IN MY WORKS (Amy and John)

*BITING TEMPTATION IN MY WORKS (Evie and Michael)

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