She closed her eyes. There was pleasure to be derived from the way that Danny touched her. But there was an uncomfortable reminder in it too.
If he wanted to learn...
Well. Maybe that would disgust him. Maybe that's when the other metaphorical shoe would drop. But it was better to know that up front, wasn't it? Before...before something. She didn't know what. Attachment. Feelings. A kind of intimacy that had nothing to do with being naked.
Something.
"Vampires are dead," she said. "That part of the hype is true. I died four, five years ago." She pulled back, running her index finger along her forehead. "Head knocked into the corner of a table. Split open like a melon." Which was super gross. But whatever.
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If he wanted to learn...
Well. Maybe that would disgust him. Maybe that's when the other metaphorical shoe would drop. But it was better to know that up front, wasn't it? Before...before something. She didn't know what. Attachment. Feelings. A kind of intimacy that had nothing to do with being naked.
Something.
"Vampires are dead," she said. "That part of the hype is true. I died four, five years ago." She pulled back, running her index finger along her forehead. "Head knocked into the corner of a table. Split open like a melon." Which was super gross. But whatever.