“That was when you turned?” “Not at first. I just wanted him to bite me, not the kinky way you like me to, but because it was painful and ecstatic and vulnerable and it made me feel like I was alive for a little while.” Wesley’s mouth went dry. “I get that. Well, not exactly like that but the needing to feel alive because if you stop, for even a moment, then there’s space for everything else to crash in, so you have to keep going, keep smiling, keep throwing yourself forward at top speed because when you don’t you end up sitting naked in the shower hyperventilating into oblivion? I get that.”
