So I raise my brows, tempting him to answer, but Reed pokes my waist, making me squirm and laugh again. As I look down at him, everything grows quiet. The tip of Reed’s tongue traces back and forth over his pointy tooth. There’s something so arrogant and animalistic about it. Like I’m a snack, and he’s hungry. God, how does he do this—his attention feels like it vacuum-seals the space around us. If he were a vampire, this would be the moment that I’d be like Bella and break my neck to expose my throat. Fucking bite me for real. “Hey, Samantha,” he says, hushed like it’s a secret. “You know if
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