“Fuck.” Kyrin tears the blankets off his body and shoves on his jeans that were on the ground. I’m back in real time, out of the trance he had me locked in, like his own personal little mini vampire sucking on his blood. “What is it?” Eli asks, keeping his hand secured around my upper arm. “Fuck!” Kyrin swings the door open and it slams behind his departure, jumping me from my daze. “What’d I do?” I ask, turning to face Eli, who’s staring at me closely. “Nothing. Lie down. It’s way too fucking early for this shit.”
