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“That makes me happy,” he says. He puts his hand on my knee and squeezes. “You’ll have to be patient with me; I’m not used to the emotion.”
“I’m a very patient person,” I say. I fiddle with the edge of the sheet. “Are you alright?”
“I don’t like talking about it. It brings everything back, even though it was so many years ago. Vampires are often accused of being emotionless. I have been several times. We are the exact opposite. We feel everything humans feel, but so much more. All of our senses are so enhanced it takes time and practice to compartmentalize them. We shut them out, so we aren’t overwhelmed every day.”
“I would never describe you as emotionless,” I say.
He shrugs his shoulders. “I’ve been accused of it too many times to discount it.”
“They don’t know you,” I say, glaring.
“But you do?” he asks, his lips tipping.
“I’m not saying I know everything, but I see who you are.”
“I hope so,” he whispers.
We stare into each other's eyes. I have a question on the tip of my tongue, but I’m not sure if he would welcome it. I wiggle my ass closer. “Do you ever drink from humans?” I ask, holding my breath.
“I have,” he says hesitantly.
“Can someone be turned if you feed on them?” I ask.
“No,” he drawls.
“How does it work?” I ask.
“When I feed, I choose to either secrete my venom or not. Blood has to be exchanged to be turned, and my venom has to work through the body.”
“You’ve never changed anyone?”
“No.”
“Do you drink from anyone now?” I ask, jealousy working through me.
“I haven’t for a long time,” he says carefully.
“Is it wrong for me to ask you not to?”
“No.”
“Do you want to drink from me?” I ask.
His hand tightens on my thigh, and a low growl escapes him. “Yes,” he says through gritted teeth.
“Why haven’t you asked?”
“I didn’t think it was an option.” He pauses. “Plus, I’m not sure I can control myself.”
“I want to give you my blood. It would make me feel special to you,” I confess softly.
“You are special. You don’t have to.” He shifts around, uncomfortable. “If I lost my control, I could take too much, and then I wouldn’t have a choice but to turn you.”
“I’ll take my chances.” I can’t help my curiosity. What will it feel like?
“Marie, you have to be sure,” he says urgently.
“I am,” I say firmly.
