We descend back onto the ground floor in a tense silence. Our heated encounter has left neither of us indifferent. We both know what we want, or rather who we want. But there’s the matter of Eros’s bloodlust for me. It’s hard to keep a safe distance, even when he’s told me why we needed it in the first place.
It’s just as hard for me as it is for you, he admits, making me smile, but not without a blush creeping up onto my cheeks. We really need to find a way how to make him crave my blood a little less. He turns to me with guilt written all over his face, but my heated gaze makes his expression shift to a lustful one.
You need to stop looking at me like that, if you want me to stay away, I remark, our eyes still locked in a passionate stare off. None of us dares to blink.
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