17. BOW BITCH PART II

I did not even know where I was going but I kept moving.

Up the steps we went, feeling his skin boil which just had me frown because vampires were always cold, they never got hot but we would talk about that later.

I was tired of walking, dragging him to the nearest room, throwing the door open and well, it was an empty room. I pulled him in, turning around and shutting the door closed.

He looked even better with blood on him.

My mind was on autopilot.

My body turned, him standing by the door. My body went jumping on him. My arms were around his neck with legs around his waist.

What did I say? I would jump him of course.

His arms ran to hold onto my waist.

I was much thinner than him yet heavy but he seemed to not have a problem with that.

He was slim enough for me to hook my legs behind his waist, settling on him.

My heart drummed so hard because I had made it. I had made it! I could not believe it, the relief, the excitement just falling on me. The adrenaline was not helping at a