Deliciously close to you

Her leaning against me, her arms going around my neck, most delicious and welcome and convincing. . .

"You're right; we're vampires, not balloons or owls. Let's go back to our chambers, beloved." I pull her out of site of the mischief-maker and the residents, but pause at the entrance to the chamber, kissing her upturned lips. Like always, some of her blond hair tickles my face. I adore the sensation and I love her.