The fountain spills around us as her teeth sink into my hand, but instead of yanking my arm away, the pain of her sharp, little bite fills my veins with warmth and my eyelids flutter. Tingles spread under my skin, and the breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding finally leaves my lungs. It doesn’t feel bad. It doesn’t hurt the way it should. I look at her small face, not resisting her as the pressure deepens, and I’m sure the skin has torn. Yes. I won’t pull away. Not ever.
