Excerpt: Sexy Frankenstein

She finds herself sitting next to him in the blue and green and purple of morning, watching the calm dark slant of his eyes while Frankie stares into the petals of a daisy, as if it’s the first one he’s ever seen, as if each petal is a work of art, and he stares at the petals and doesn't touch while Tut sits next to her, his bandages so, so white against the grass, and tilts his head back, lifting his face to the sun. Janie closes her eyes and is absurdly grateful. She breathes in the smell of the grass and the dew and no vampire boyfriend could share this with her after all.