“I take it back,” she whispered, perhaps a little raspier than she intended. “I like this colour on you, then.” A chomping sound came from him, which he mainly did when he opened and snapped shut his fangs when he was stunned speechless for a moment or sometimes annoyed. He leaned back while still cradling the back of her head. He twisted his own. “You... like me being possessive of you?” “Only because I think you would actually go out and kill anyone for touching me. It gives far more meaning than anyone who’s ever tried to say it to me before.” She leaned in closer and whispered against his
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