I shiver. “A-are you going to b-bite me?” “No.” He pulls his face back an inch and sneers. Then he takes a lock of my hair and curls it between his thumb and forefinger. “A vampire is driven by scent. I only eat things I desire. And you, little pyromaniac …” He runs his nose over my hair and inhales deeply, and my stomach does a full somersault. “You stink.”
Dude!! Then stop sniffin’! 🙄
