He brought his wrist down to my face and I wafted in the heavenly aroma that was pulling me into a trance. I brought my lips close to his bloodied wrist and brushed my mouth slowly across.Not really knowing what I was doing, I opened my mouth and let the blood slip down my throat. Not now or not ever will I even begin to describe the feeling of this. The taste could barely be put into words. Speaking of words, where was that voice coming from? I could hear a slight sigh,either from me or him, but in my mind,my thoughts, I could hear a clear,concerned voice. Not my own either.
Love? Now there was no more wondering. It could only be him.
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