"You're so sweet," I say, wonderingly. I stroke the back of his head. Was he always like this? I wish I could remember. "You can bite harder, if you want. I know you like my blood in your mouth." Half-remembered memories make me smile, make my fingers curl into his hair.
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Date: 2013-07-16 04:15 pm (UTC)