A Vampire's Witch
She only started to shake her head as she slipped on her shoes.
"I can't do this." She said to him, slinging her bookbag over her shoulder. Yet when her hand grasped the door handle, his hand covered hers. His touch was hot like the desert sun, yet his skin was smooth. Willow felt his chest against her back as he cornered her by the door. His breath hot on her neck, she felt his lips caress her earlobe. It was as if her blood called out to him, begging to be tasted again as it pulsed through her. With the remaining strength she had, she turned the doorknob and bolted from the cabin, not daring to look back.
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