How to Bite Your Neighbor and Win a Wager (Guides for Dating Vampires, #1)

by D.N. Bryn

“You have blood on that hand.” Wesley pulled the arm back. “Oh shit, is that a vampire faux pas or something?” Vincent couldn’t find a courteous way to say no it just makes me want to suck on your fingers so he opted for, “I’m Vincent.”

Because if my existence starts hurting anyone but myself, then maybe I don’t deserve to exist at all.”

This man—this ridiculous, wonderful, nonsensical man who thought the best reaction to his awkward, bumbling vampire friend falling in the water was to jump in himself—this man was perfect. Wesley Smith Garcia was perfect, and looking at him made Vincent’s heart stop, and turned even the freezing cold water brighter and warmer.

He kissed like he’d been thinking of this every moment since they’d met, kissed like they were two objects destined to come together from the start of the universe, the earth finally plunging into the sun. Wes’s mind turned to stardust and his bones to light.

“You know, this is the first place that’s felt like a home to me in a long time. In forever, really. But since you’ve been gone, it’s just a house again.” He made a soft noise, pleading in a way that wrecked Wes so utterly it seemed like they had only been separated for a minute and not a month. “It’s worth nothing to me without you in it. I don’t care what I deserve,” he said, louder now. “You’re what I want. Please, come home.”