Letters to Romeo.

Chapter 311 - Ferris Wheel

"You should have got a jacket. It is good that I brought one with me."

She stared at him, the little streaks of light around them falling on his face. She said, "I didn't know we were coming here when you dragged me to sit on your motorcycle. Usually people offer their jackets to their girlfriends."

Simon gasped, looking at her with a fake expression of shock on his face, and he said, "So that I am left cold? How heartless."

Melanie shook her head, knowing that soon she would be losing all her hair on her head because of Simon. But then that is what she had signed up for, wasn't it? She saw Simon raise both his hands wide, and he said,

"You can tell you want a hug to warm you up. I am quite hot."

"I sometimes wonder how are you this cheesy. Do you eat cheese every morning you wake up?" questioned Melanie in a playful tone.

"What do you take me for? A mouse?" Simon raised his eyebrows and said, "There's a lion sitting here, who can gobble you up."

Simon saw Melanie turn her head after the corner of her lips threatened to pull up. He watched her lean her body towards the edge, watching the night view and then the place below them, where they could see the whole amusement park from here.

"It is so quiet here. Feels like one can easily get lost in the silence," said Melanie, a small smile coming to form on her lips. "Simon—" her eyes widened when she saw Simon missing from his seat.

"Missing me already, my love?" came the question from her side, and Melanie quickly snapped her head to see him sitting next to her. When did he move to this side without her notice? "Don't worry, I am not leaving you here by yourself."

Melanie had a second ago moved so fast that her face was close to Simon's face. His red hair had a tone of darkness, and on one side, it looked almost wine-like in its colour. His green eyes stared back at her, and his features appeared to be of a sinful demon.

"You have the tendency of a sociopath," blurted Melanie so that she didn't turn red with their closeness. She still remembered the feel of his lips on hers and his hands on her body. Tonight, it seemed like she was much shyer after his continuous claim of her in his life.

"I guess that is how it is. Now that I know, I hope you don't mind and won't run away from me," Simon whispered to her even though there was no one to hear them speak. The way he watched her, there was a hint of seductiveness that started to ooze out around him. "Will you?"

Melanie felt her heart quicken by his words, and she replied, "I tried, but I don't think I can."

"How wonderful," murmured Simon, moving closer to her and putting his arm around her so that he could bring her forward while he leaned his upper body towards her. "Do you know how attractive you are when you say those things to me?"

A sigh escaped from Melanie's lips when Simon placed his hand on her cheek, brushing his fingers across her skin. "You are an odd one, Simon."

"Mm, I am aware," hummed Simon, moving his face even closer while he angled his face towards Melanie before descending his lips on hers.

Even though the amusement park wasn't open like it usually was with the crowd and chatter, when Simon's lips touched Melanie's lips, she felt fireworks bursting in her head. Her toes curled when he caught her upper lip between his teeth, gently tugging it into his mouth while sucking it.

Melanie placed her hands on Simon's chest, and he pulled her closer so that they could reduce any possible distance between them.

He tasted like coffee, an addictive coffee that had the ability to keep her awake from night until morning.

"Ouch," whispered Melanie when Simon's fangs nipped her lower lip. "Are you hungry?" she asked him.

Simon, whose forehead was pressed against Melanie's forehead, stared into her eyes while his breathing had turned heavy. He replied, "Very. You cannot even imagine it."

Saying this, he wrapped his hand around her waist and, this time, dived into the kiss deeper than before. Melanie could feel her heart pounding and her hands fisting on the front of his shirt. She opened up to him like a flower to a bee, one petal at a time, so that he could have more access to her as he tasted and rubbed his tongue across her own tongue sensually.

When Simon pulled away from her lips, he stared into the girl's hazy looking eyes, and if she weren't sitting right now, her knees would have given away. He used his other hand to wrap around her neck, and he asked,

"Would it worry you if I were to tell you that I wanted to take a bite from your neck," his finger traced the column of her neck.

"It would surprise me if you didn't," replied Melanie, and Simon's eyes looking at her slender and smooth neck, he raised his gaze to look into her eyes.

"Is that an invitation, Melanie?" There was a teasing smile on his lips, and he applied light pressure on her neck to test her.

"I would prefer you drink from me than others," answered Melanie, her eyes slightly dazed and mixed with the passionate kiss that they had shared with each other. She knew that Simon had a long track record when it came to drinking human blood in Veteris.

"Jealousy is often ugly to look at, but may I say it looks quite enticing on you," Simon's tongue ran over one of his fangs, and his lips reached her neck, where he pressed it on her skin.

Simon had consumed blood from a lot of people, more than one could imagine, but the way he felt about Melanie, it was different. He could feel the pulse under the skin, pumping fresh blood, which probably tasted sweeter than fruit that he once enjoyed when he was a little boy.

He left another mouthful kiss, and on parting his lips, he licked it before his fangs sunk into her neck.

Melanie felt the prick on her skin, and she winced, clutching Simon tightly while feeling her heart rapidly beating in her chest. There was something very erotic with the way he held her in his arms while he drank her blood.

When Simon pulled his fangs away from her, he licked his lips to collect the little blood that might have spilt while sucking her blood.

"It was as delicious as I imagined it to be for the first time when we met," he licked her neck one more time before moving back.

"You thought of biting me from the beginning?"

Simon grinned, playing with the ends of her hair, "I did. You are so cute and scared and grumpy, I couldn't help but want to take a bite. Especially with the choco stick we were playing around, do you know how teasing it was?"

"I doubt I knew anything about it, heartbreaker," said Melanie with a smile, and she let her back lean against the seat. She had been so wrapped up with her feelings for Conner that she hadn't noticed that someone had started to look at her.

"Come here, I don't think I have warmed you enough yet," said Simon, putting his arm around Melanie's shoulder, and she leaned into him.

"I think you should move a bit closer," instructed Melanie, and the grin on Simon's lips widened.

"How about now?" he said, putting his other arm around.

"Better," replied Melanie with a smile, and Simon chuckled at how cute Melanie was by letting her feelings flow easily. Of course, he loved Melanie, who glared and stared at him in annoyance. But he enjoyed this new side of her, a little shy, a little bold, where she opened her heart and allowed him into it.

After a couple of minutes passed in silence, where they sat in each other's company, Melanie said, "Thank you for helping my mother. For telling her the process of the actual transformation of being a vampire." It was because the other vampires weren't too keen to help a hunter who was in the transformation. "Even though you added in the end that she might die if the transformation doesn't go well."

"I don't think your dad took it too well," said Simon with a frown.

"Of course, he didn't. Who even says that?"

"I do," came the solemn response, and he added, "It is always good to know in which direction you are going so that you aren't lost. Imagine she ends up in hell and asks what she's doing there when she was supposed to turn into a vampire and live here?"

"Simon..." Melanie turned to him with a glare.

Simon pressed Melanie's nose, "You look cute when you are angry. Frankly, I am still annoyed that she put you in the basement," his eyes turned serious, which fell on the fading bruise on Melanie's face.

"She's trying to change her ways. And those thoughts of her belong in the past," pointed Melanie, but it still didn't sit well that Melanie had gone through it at the hands of her parents. Though it didn't come out as a shock, after all, he came from a family who enjoyed hurting and hitting him.

"How is Jack doing...?"

Simon blinked at her words and his lips, "Who?"

"The man you have locked up somewhere," Melanie slightly frowned.

"Oh, the half alive one, he's just fine. I am sure he's enjoying and appreciating life more than he ever has before," his hand let go of the strands of her hair, and he caught hold of her hand, intertwining their fingers. "I will make sure he likes it," came his calm words, that it left a chill down Melanie's spine.

"You don't have to do that... they are already being punished," replied Melanie, and Simon brought her hand up before kissing the back of her hand.

"I will try to hold back, but I cannot promise," he said looking into her eyes, and when Melanie didn't look away from him, he asked her, "I want to spend some more time with you. What are your thoughts on it?"

A confused expression entered Melanie's eyes and she asked, "Aren't we doing that now?"

"I meant leave this place, and be at a place where it is just you and me, and less distance."

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