“No sex,” I said adamantly, my cheeks heating a little at the look he gave me. “Or kissing, or anything romantic.” “Ah,” he replied, the smirk stretching into a broad grin. “Now I can’t in good conscience swear a blood bargain to that,” he said. “But I can vow to not touch you romantically until you ask me to.” “I won’t ask you,” I said, my blood heating at the idea of us together. I tamped the feeling down, confident that this was a vow I could uphold with blood.
