Rejection

I looked at Zuriel, and quickly wrapped my arms around him, placing my head over his chest. He smiled and caressed my hair.

I glanced at the set of books. They're a collection of Indian ancient and historical love stories from history and mythology. Not only that, there was a set of coffee mugs of different colors.

"How do you know that I love Indian history, especially love stories in them?" I asked him, pulling away.

That's a secret, "he winked at me."

I gasped at him, "Are you a vampire because they can read minds?" I asked him wide-eyed.

He pressed his lips together while his body was shaking.

"Fine, you can laugh," I said, rolling my eyes, and he burst into laughter.

"If you become happy seeing me as a vampire, then you can consider me a vampire. I don't have any problem with that," he said while ruffling my hair.

I slapped his hand away from my hair playfully.

"Don't you know that touching a woman's hair can ruin our hairstyles?" I told him.

"Come on, you're not like those typic