He teased her as she stood in the kitchen, warming the blood before she drank.
“Come outside. Swim with me. We’ll go to the waterfall.” He stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and nipping at the hollow behind her earlobe.
She shrugged as she stirred the blood. “It’s getting cold now.”
“So I’ll heat up the pool. You’re married to a fire vampire, take advantage of me however you like. I’ll make it a hot tub if that’s what you want. Just come swimming. Go running. Leave the house.”
“Gio, you’re acting like I’m a hermit or something. I’ve just got a lot to read right now and I’m working on my Persian so I can read the journals, and—”
“And you haven’t left the house in a week.”
She frowned. “It hasn’t…it’s only been a couple of days.” Hadn’t it?
He turned her around so she was facing him. “The last night you left the house was the night Carwyn had to leave, and that was over a week ago.”
Beatrice sighed and took a drink of the blood. It wasn’t as fresh as she liked it, but they had to order blood from Puerto Montt or drink pig’s blood, so she was willing to put up with the stale taste if it meant no pigs. “Fine. I’ll go swimming.”
Giovanni cocked an eyebrow. “Don’t sound so excited.”
She mustered up a giant, fake grin and plastered it on her face. “There,” she said through gritted teeth, “see how excited I am?”
He narrowed his eyes, then pinched her waist, and stuck his tongue out in her direction. Her jaw dropped. “Did you just stick your tongue out at me?”
“Yes,” he smirked. “I’ve been wanting to do that for years.”
She only looked at him, confused, before she burst into laughter. Beatrice laughed and laughed, bending over as bloody tears came to her eyes. She heard Giovanni chuckle a little, but knew he was only laughing at her own amusement.
It was the loudest she had laughed in months.