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

by D.N. Bryn

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

Wesley. If Vincent was going to die in someone’s arms, at least he had Wesley.

You’re an impulsive gambler, and you’re very good at taking shitty risks now in the hopes that it’ll turn out well in the long run. It’s a terrifying sort of optimism, and it can be kind of great until it starts putting people in danger and blinding you to the consequences.”

“Yeah, I’m bi.” With the serious nod of an assassin about to commit to a murder, Vincent said, “Hi bi, I’m gay.”

Vincent pressed his palm to Wes’s hand, wrapping his own fingers around them on the wheel. “The only consequence you deserve, Wes, is therapy.”

“You need enough therapy as it is!” Vincent hissed. He breathed in, then out. “I can deal with this.”

“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.”