Page 127 of Imprisoned with the Vampire King

"You can, but I don't want you to."

I sighed half-heartedly. "You're too good to me."

"I've been imagining sinking my teeth into that pretty little throat for the last four hours. I'm not that good."

"I wouldn't complain if you bit me."

"You know the rules. I don't drink from you while you're hungry or in pain."

"I'm not—" I started, but cut myself off when my stomach rumbled loudly.

Okay, fine.

Maybe I was hungry.

"Do you know what sounds really good?" I asked.

"What?"

"Cup noodles."

Dante snorted. "Sure."

"I'm not kidding. There's probably a fancy version of it somewhere. Let's go find it."

"A fancy version of cup noodles?" He sounded skeptical.

I was about to blow his mind.

Finally peeling my head off his chest, I reached over and plucked his phone from his grip. It only took a minute to search "ramen", and a dozen restaurants in the city popped up.

Since I'd slept through the morning, all of them were open.

"We're leaving," I declared.

"Not until we shower."

"Fuck showering, Dante. I'm hungry. Who cares if we stink a little? We're going to spend the rest of the day suffering in my prison anyway."

He shook his head at me, but I was already walking toward the closet.

We were both in sweats (after using plenty of deodorant) when we made it to the restaurant. Most people were wearing casual clothes, but we still had everyone's eyes when we walked in.

The way they were whispering told me there was something on the internet about us. I didn't care.

People could talk shit if they wanted to. Dante's fingers were intertwined with mine, and I was about to eat expensive ramen until I was sick.

Life was fucking perfect.

You know… minus the fact that I was going to have to go back to the penitentiary after I made myself sick.

"The noodle cups don't taste like that, right?" Dante asked, as he started the car.

"Some are better than others, but no. Not really."

I'd still be adding noodle cups to our next grocery order, just so I could make sure he had the opportunity to taste them.

Yeah, the fancy ramen was definitely better, but the cups were still amazing.