Then he said, “Can I at least get one last kiss?” I tilted my head, gave him the softest smile I could conjure. “Yeah… I guess.” He leaned in slow, eyes closed like we were in some sad-ass movie. And just as his lips touched mine— I opened my mouth and bit the hell out of him. I bit his bottom lip like it owed me money. Felt the skin break and the blood hit my tongue like copper-flavored karma.
