Libros de Terror
El amor del vampiro (en inglés)
I could tell by the way his sheets whispered against his skin as he sat up that they were Egyptian cotton. My hunch was confirmed as the fabric pooled around his otherwise naked hips. Cool, crisp, and with none of the slipperiness that silk would have offered, they had to be at least 500 thread count. What can I say? I notice details when it comes down to the nitty-gritty. And, happily, the nitty-gritty was exactly what it was coming down to. I couldn’t bring to mind his name, but he had a body no woman could forget. He was perfection. Honey-blonde hair. Bright blue eyes. Broad shoulders and six-pack abs. He was a long stretch of sculpted steel and sex appeal.