His warm skin against my lips is like heaven and hell combined. I want to bite him so, so badly... I can't. Don't, don't show your fangs... I feel his heartbeat accelerate, the delicious, thick bloodstream running faster just below the surface. Don't bite, don't bite, don't bite... I keep kissing his neck, well aware of how stiff he's gotten, of the tension between our two bodies. The edge of his leather jacket brushing my waist... I feel like I'm getting drunk on his smell. Rick, leather, and gasoline combined is my new favorite scent... I hold him a bit tighter, I haven't felt this hot in a long while... I glance up. Cecily and Grace have backed off; I can't see them, but I hear their heels on the next street over. Oh, thank God...
I take my lips off Rick's neck, a bit proud of my self
