The First Real Conversation

"My door isn't locked."

He only smirks cupping my face, "Feverish." The voice was so rich like a siren call, it had me entranced.

Surprisingly so. I was stone cold just a while ago. He snatched up the blanket and bundled me up before getting under too. Even with the flimsy barrier of the heavy blanket between us but his heat still reached me.

The sensations he awoke began from the depth of my heart so a layer couldn't help from the shyness. My eyes cast down to his chest exposed between the buttons.

"You shouldn't have bothered, human these days are too materialistic to believe." Snapping up I can only stare at him. While I was distracted his hand came down soothing my hair. I slid closer to him.

I only guess from where he conjured it from, but he slipped something into my parted lips. My first reaction was to spit out the unfamiliar thing but he covered my mouth. I looked up at him horrified.

"Eat." His decree fell on like a sentence, and I chewed it bursting the tangy and sweet