Voracity, Chapter Two
Frankie finally gets some one on one time with Sophie.
I woke up to a cool back, the pillow behind me still warm from her presence. For a split second, I froze in panic, fingers digging into the mattress. Not our bed, not our room, not the New York I knew and loved.
“Fucking Vermont…” I rolled onto Nikita’s side, marking it with my scent and body heat. “Nikki?”
“I’m here.” She wafted out of the bathroom, running a towel through her long blonde hair. There was a time when she dyed it black, out of defiance, as she aged and her hair became streaked with gray. But now she embraced the shift and was handsome for it.
“How much longer?” I asked.
“Just a few more days, sonechko.” She pinched my cheek. “My little sun…”
