Nora's POV
It's not like I'm thrilled to see him or anything when I answer the door.
"That was quick," I comment as I pull it open. "We only spoke about an hour ago."
"I wasn't in Chicago when we talked," he begins, waiting for my invitation before stepping inside. He doesn't need permission to enter this time, but he's showing respect.
I step aside, gesturing him in. "Perfect. I need your help." The moment I shut the door, he moves toward me with vampire speed, his arms circling my waist. He draws me against him, my body colliding with his solid chest. My pulse jumps and heat courses through my veins.
"Help with what exactly?" He lowers his head, pressing his face into the curve of my neck. I tremble at his touch.
I want more. Right now. My eyes drift closed as I wrap my arms around him, sliding my hands beneath his black leather jacket.
His skin isn't as cold as before, more like room temperature now. Strange, but not unpleasant in the slightest.
