I cringed too.
Okay. Hearing that out loud was a bit weird. I’d definitely need a bit of time to get used to that. But I needed to power through. I could freak out again once Eric was healed.
“How much blood?”
Eric raised his eyebrows. “I’m not drinking your blood.”
“Ouch.” I grabbed my chest as if he’d hurt me. And truth be told, the brazen rejection did hurt.
Wasn’t that a mindfuck?
At first, I was afraid my boyfriend was a vampire, and now that I knew for sure he was one, I was fucking disappointed that he didn’t immediately want to drink my blood?
“It’s not like I don’t want to… it’s just…” Eric sighed, raising his hand to rub it over his face, but lowered it immediately afterseeing it. I got it. Looking at the mangled mess wasn’t pretty. It actually made me feel a bit nauseous, but I couldn’t very well ask him to get up so I could puke into my toilet because his hands looked a bit like halfway fried chicken thighs.
“Yes?” I said.
“I don’t think this is the right moment for me to drink your blood.”
Ugh. Fine.
“So, is one bag enough?”
Look at that. My stealing a bag from his fridge turned out to be a good idea after all.
“What?”
“Is one bag of blood enough for you to get your healing abilities back?”
He blinked at me. Slowly.
I huffed.
Okay, no answer from him. Maybe the sun had fried his fucking brain too. Cool.
I turned around and left the bathroom to retrieve the blood from my fridge. It really was blood, wasn’t it?
Oh shit, I was casually getting my boyfriend blood for him to drink.
“Do you usually drink it out of the bag? Do you need a glass? A straw?”
No answer.
Great.
He was broken.
I rolled my eyes, grabbed the blood from next to the Greek yogurt, and returned to the bathroom, holding it up for Eric to see.
“Where did you get that from?” he asked, his eyes widening and turning that creepy, unsettling red again. And… holy shit, where did the fangs come from?
“That’s so freaky,” I mumbled, staring at the long, sharp-as-fuck-looking fangs in his mouth. Where did his canines go?
“Where did you get a bag of blood?”
Oh, right. He’d asked me a question.
“Uhm… I took it from your place?”
