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“The thing on the dance floor was sort of my fault.”

“In what way, your fault?”

He actually looked embarrassed, which you didn’t see much from Jason. “He wanted to know how I got to have sex with you, real sex, the very first time I helped feed the ardeur.”

“Technically, it was the second,” I said.

He frowned at me. “Yeah, but that was when the ardeur was brand new and we didn’t have intercourse, and there were three other men in the bed.”

I turned away so the dark would help hide the blush, though truthfully he could probably smell it hot on my skin. “Sorry I brought it up, you were saying?”

“He’s been in your bed for what, four months?”

“Something like that,” I said.

“And he’s not had intercourse yet, hell, he’s not had orgasm, not real orgasm with like release and everything.”

I couldn’t blush harder or my head would explode. “I’m listening.”

“Anita, you can’t keep pretending that Nathaniel isn’t real.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Maybe not, but I had no idea that you weren’t at least doing him orally or by hand, or watching him do himself. Something, anything.”

I just shook my head and looked at the ground. I couldn’t think of anything good to say. If I hadn’t just had my metaphysical peek inside Nathaniel’s head, I would probably have gotten angry, or rude. But I’d seen too far into Nathaniel’s pain, and I couldn’t pretend anymore. Couldn’t ignore it.

“I thought that by not doing the final stuff that it would make it easier for him when the ardeur gets under control and I don’t need a pomme de sang anymore.”

“Is that still your idea, to just dump him when you have enough control that you don’t need to feed?”

“What am I supposed to do with him? Keep him like a pet, or a really big child?”

“He’s not a child, and he’s not a pet,” Jason said, and the first hint of anger was in his voice.

“I know that, and that’s the problem, Jason. If the ardeur hadn’t come up I’d have been Nathaniel’s Nimir-Ra, and his friend, and that would have been it. Now, suddenly he’s in this category that I don’t even have a name for.”

“He’s your pomme de sang like I’m Jean-Claude’s.”

“You and Jean-Claude aren’t fucking, and nobody gets upset about that.”

“No, because he lets me date. I have lovers if I want them.”

“I’ve been encouraging Nathaniel to date. I want him to have girlfriends.”

“And your not-so-subtly encouraging him to look at other women made him turn to me for advice.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“He doesn’t want to date other people. He wants to be with you, and Micah, and the vampires. He doesn’t want another woman in his life.”

“I am not the woman in his life.”

“Yes, you are, you just don’t want to be.”

I leaned against one of the narrow tree trunks. “Oh, Jason, what am I going to do?”

“Finish what you started with Nathaniel, be his lover.”

I shook my head. “I don’t want that.”

“The hell you don’t. I watch the way you react around him.”

“Lust isn’t enough, Jason. I don’t love him.”

“I’d argue that, too.”

“I don’t love him the way I need to.”

“Need to, for what, Anita? Need to for your conscience? Your sense of morality? Just give him some of what he needs, Anita. Don’t break yourself doing it, but bend a little. That’s all I’m asking.”

“You said the thing on the dance floor was sort of your fault. You never explained that.”

“I told Nathaniel you don’t like passive men. You like a little dominance, a little pushiness. Not much, but enough so that you aren’t the one that says, Yes, we’ll have sex. You need someone to take a little of the responsibility off your shoulders.”

I stared at him, studied that young face. “Is that all it is for me, Jason? I just need someone else to help me spread the guilt around so I can fuck?”

He winced. “That isn’t what I said.”

“Close enough.”

“Get mad, if you want, but that isn’t what I said, or what I meant. Get mad at me, but don’t take it out on Nathaniel, okay?”

“I was raised that if you had sex it was a commitment. I still believe that.”

“You don’t feel committed to me.” He said it as if it were