“You can’t touch my teeth,” I say.
“Why not?”
“It’s weird.”
“So? I just want to know what they feel like.”
I shake my head. “You’reweird. You know that, right?”
“Please? They’re like, really fucking cool.” He’s still staring at my mouth.How I wish he was staring at it for another reason…“You know what it reminds me of? When I was a kid, I always went as a vampire for Halloween. Did I ever tell you that?”
I smile, loosening my hold a little. “You did?”
“Yup. Plastic teeth, black cape, and fake blood dribbling down my chin. Mom even painted my face white a few times, but clearly that part was all myth because you, my friend, are not pale.”
I laugh, yet the image of a young Evan with fake fangs fills me with unexpected joy. “I always went as a rock star.”
He grins wide. “I can see that. Especially with the hair. You have killer rock-star hair. Hey, have you ever bitten yourself?” He mimics biting his lower lip accidentally, which makes me laugh harder.
“Evan!”
“What?” He joins in, nudging me as we both laugh. “You have, haven’t you?”
I pull away. “I cut my lip a lot when I was first turned.”
“I bet. They look sharp.”
“Which is exactly why you shouldn’t touch them,” I say, raising a brow before releasing his wrist.
He reaches out to try anyway, but I pull away before he does. “How does it work anyway? Do they just appear? Or can you control them?”
I sigh. “Must you ask twenty questions this early in the day? You haven’t even had breakfast yet.”
He looks away, cheeks turning red. “I guess I’m just curious since they were a few inches away from my neck is all.”
All humor dies on my lips. “What?”
He vaguely gestures to the left side of his neck. “Yeah, you know. You were asleep, but your mouth was… anyway. I know it wasn’t on purpose.”
“It wasn’t, and it won’t happen again.” I sit up. I should’ve known it was too good to be true, to hold Evan in my sleep.
Evan suddenly grins. “So, if your teeth appear in your sleep, does that mean it’s like the vampire version of morning wood?”
I burst out laughing and shove him hard.
“What? It’s kind of the same, isn’t it? I can’t control mine anymore than—”
“You’re such an ass.”
He cackles as he sits up, stretching his long legs out. Aside from his blond hair going in all directions, Evan looks refreshed. Better than he has in a few days.
“Do you feel better?” he asks, as if wondering the same thing about me. “You seemed to sleep well.”
I scrub my scruffy face. “Yeah, I did.”
“Good. I think we both needed that.” There’s something in his eyes, but he turns away before I can question it.
I glance out the window, looking for the pack. “Is everyone up?”
