Angela M. Hudson Quotes

So, what were you about to do that day, then? Float away or something?"
"No." He looked up from the ground and smiled. "I was about to lift you in my arms and run, vampire speed, to the closet room under the auditorium stage."
"You would not," I said, my tone ringing in question.
"Ara - " he raised one brow, "I'm a guy. Not a saint.

Ryan rattled off names as I nodded and smiled at the faces - forgetting their names instantly. They should all be called Bob - make things so much easier.

You don't know how to take no for an answer, do you?"
"That wasn't a no," I teased. "Now - " using his wrists to drive his hands, I pushed them down and jumped as he lifted me up again, " - show me what's so scary about this vampire side."
"Ara, we - " he tried to speak, but I leaned down and gripped his lips tightly with mine, then pulled a little - using my teeth.
He drew back abruptly and stared at me, wide eyed, but with a tentative grin. "So, you don't wanna be a vampire, but you like using your teeth?"
"I'd like you to use your teeth."
"Physically. Not figuratively," David practically grunted.
"Stay out of my head, vampire." I bared my puny teeth at him; he chuckled. "Now, do as you're told. Bite me.

Ara. Ara, stop." He propped my body against the wall and unfastened my hands from his neck.
"Why? What's wrong?" I wiped my mouth dry with the back of my wrist. "Did I hurt you?"
"Yes, you little leech." He cupped his hand over the bite mark and pulled it away to look at it. "I may not have a heartbeat, but I still feel pain."
"You're bruising." I squinted through the dull light to see his neck.
"I know. I can feel that."
"I'm sorry."
"Are you kidding me?" He looked up at me. "Ara, that felt amazing. It hurt, but damn it was hard for me to control myself."
"Control yourself?"
"Yeah. I wanted to..." He looked down and shook his head.
"You wanted to what?" I lifted his face.
"I wanted to do...things to you."
"What kinds of...things." Excitement and fear made my heart thump. "Bad things?"
"Yes. Bad things." He reached up slowly and slipped the shoestring strap of my dress down my shoulder, then ran a delicate line of kisses along the curve of my neck, making the skin on my lower back tingle.
"That doesn't feel like bad things."
"This is not what I had in mind," he said into my shoulder.

I know you like me, Ara. You don't have to pretend, just because you think it's improper to fall for someone at first sight." His eyes lit up, shimmering green like a glass marble held up to the sun. "I can see that you feel the same way I do."
Oh, my God! Is this the point where I can jump off the swing and fall into his waiting arms? No. Don't do that. Don't read into it too much. I looked away from his gleaming, white-toothed grin, and clutched the ropes of the swing tighter.