Best Friends Shouldn't Crave Your Moan
Zach’s face twisted in agony, and he dropped hard onto one knee, gasping for air.
Noah’s heart stopped beating.
Get up, Noah prayed desperately in his head. Get up, you crazy motherfucker, please.
Zach raised his head. He wiped the blood from his chin, looked at the monster in front of him, and smiled. It was a cold, terrifying, bloody grin that made Noah’s whole body go hot.