Afterwards, he swipes frosting down my nose, then my cheek. I smile back. “The blood of my people.” He licks the frosting off my face, cupping my jaw. “Tastes unearthly.” He places a kiss back on my cheek, and my whole body is singing. I have been transported to a happier place, and I really don’t want to leave. I don’t want him to leave. I can’t lose him. The urge swells powerfully inside of me.
