It was darkening outside when I woke up. I was lying in Cosmo's bed. I sat up and looked over at him. He was still asleep; he never woke up until an hour or two after sunset. Well never got out of bed until then. He was lying topless under the duvet.
His chest was smooth and pale. I leant over and kissed his forehead. I got out of the bed and realised something. I was in my bra and knickers. How the hell...? I thought. I looked over at Cosmo again. He was awake and leaning on an elbow. His smile was playful, like his eyes.
"Where do you think you're going, missy?" he said cheekily.
I crawled over the bed to him. I sat with my legs under me. He pulled me down onto him and kissed me.
"Why exactly am I in my underwear?" I asked.
"Do you not remember?"
"No. Did we...?"
"No but we could," he chuckled quietly.
I shook my head."Not until I find out why I'm in my underwear."
"You're no fun," he said jokingly before turning a bit more serious. "Do you really want to know why you're in your underwear?"
He sighed. "You're in your underwear because I did it."
"You took my clothes off?"
He nodded. He closed his eyes and readied himself for a slap. Instead of slapping him - although I thought about it - I kissed him. He opened his eyes in surprise when I pulled away.
"What was that for?" he asked, bewildered.
"Telling me the truth." I kissed him again.
"I should tell the truth more often."
I smacked his chest softly. He growled and pulled me down onto him. He grabbed my leg and pulled me onto him so I was sat on his stomach. A giggle burst from my lips. Cosmo made a small cut with his nail a few centimetres below his collarbone. He guided my mouth to the cut. I clamped my lips over the small wound and slid my tongue over it.
Blood instantly flowed steadily. I - for want of a much better word - lapped it up. I slid my tongue over it again and it closed. I kissed Cosmo again, transferring the blood my lips to his. His kiss was ferocious and his hands raced over my skin. The door opened, unnoticed by us.
"Cosmo!" somebody shrieked in disgust.
I broke off the kiss and turned my head. It was Brooke, the third girl in our coven. Her medium-length black hair was as curly as ever.
"Blaze." The disgust in her voice grew when she realised it was me.
Cosmo propped himself up on his elbows. The muscles in his abdomen moved under me as he sat up.
"Shit," he said.