"We're you jealous?" He ask.

He's laying next to me with his head resting in his palm, and I lay next to him, with my hand rubbing through his soft thick brown locks.
"Of what?" I say softly. There's not much room between us so we whisper.
He glances from my eyes to my lips, taking in my features making me feel self conscious but at the same time, like I'm a statue in a gallery.
"Of Madison at lunch."

I stroke his eyebrows, caressing that little frown.
"No." I whisper reluctantly but it's replaced by a smirk on my lips that says otherwise.
"Really?" He asks, not convinced.
"Well...sort of."
He grins in victory and takes my hand that was running through his hair.
He turns my palms around and noticed the crescent indentations from my nail digging habit.
I try and turn my palms away but his grasp is tight. He looks at them curiously and then kisses my hand.
"You did that in the forest. The second time we met." He mumbles, the vibration of his voice revering it's way down my hand.
I'm not sure how he knows this. Perhaps he heard it? Or maybe smelt the blood through my pockets?
Either way I feel exposed. So I don't say anything.

"I don't want you to hurt yourself." His mumbling becomes soft whispers against my hand as he holds it to his lips. "It hurts me if you do."

"I promise." I whisper and he smiles a wide close lipped smile across his cheeks.
I lean in to kiss this smile that I so adore.

His soft lips caress mine, they make their way down my jawline, and then graze my neck. My breath hitches and he inhales slowly.
He closes his eyes with his head cocooned in my neck. My blood. It must be something he craves. I can see the tight line on his forehead that shows he's trying hard to restrain himself. He's fighting his own instincts and it pains me to watch.

I take his face in my hands, tilting his head to look me in the eye. His eyes are greener than ever. They're like they've been lit by fireflies and they look at me with a found guilt.
"Here, you can." I whisper and give my hand to him.

I'm prepared for what's going to happen. I want him to feel at ease and comfort. I don't want him to hold back or feel like he has to contain his true nature. He's accepted me for who I am, and I want to do the same.
His fluorescent eyes widen and he frowns. He shakes his head stifly.
"Azra, you don't know what you're doing." His voice becomes desperate.
I shake my head. "Yes I do. I know everything."
His eyes shift to meet mine. He is hit with the realisation that I'm not so naive after all. He's struck with confusion as to why I haven't confronted him about it before or why I haven't run away.
"I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't. Please?" I tilt my head to the side giving him a look I see girls give guys on tv.

He slowly takes my wrist in his hand. He takes it close to his lips, until they part. He now bears sharp fangs that glisten like pearls against his straight teeth.
They sink into my wrist. The pain is sharp but only for a moment. My wrist turns numb as I draw my attention to his satisfaction.

His eyebrows knit together and he closes his eyes. I can hear his deep breathing whilst I stop mine. The pain starts to arrive and travels up my arm until I let out a small gasp.
He takes his lips away, they part and let out deep exhales as he licks the blood from the corner of his lips.
I meet his eyes and I smile with reassurance. I can't see that he's worried he's hurt me.

The wound from my wrists drips red liquid down my arm.
He notices and immediately his wrist is over my mouth before I can protest.
I feel cold liquid entering my mouth without my permission. I'm confused by this new flavour of salted metal, it swirls in my mouth and I swallow.
I frown my eyebrows, being out of breath causes me to have no speech.

He takes his wrist away and lifts my hand.
I see what he's showing me, my new and healed skin. It's like he didn't drink from me at all.

"Your blood did that?" I ask.
He nods. "It's the one thing that doesn't make me feel guilty. Usually I would be compelling them now."
His eyes change back to the dark green they were after the bloodlust had passed
He was talking about the girls he had.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"I never did anything with any of the girls apart from what I needed. I couldn't drink today. I haven't been able to since I met you that morning. Your blood is something different, something entirely knew to me. I'm drawn to it like a magnet."
He hadn't drank for days making me feel a twinge if guilt in my stomach.
"You could've told me Romeo." I plead and he nods tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. "So at lunchtime, the whole thing with Madison.."
"I never did. I couldn't, the idea of it made me sick."

I weight had lifted off my shoulders and fallen into an abyss of where all my imaginary problems creep around in.
I wrap my arms around him and kiss him on his forehead.
"From now on, you'll tell me everything. Okay?" I ask.
He parts his lips to argue but is defeated with a sigh.
"Okay, I promise."

We link pinkies, tying our promise together before the night comes closer and my human self tries hard to fight the urge to drift into sleep.

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authors note:

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IMPORTANT:

I AM SO SO SO SORRY!

I HAD NO IDEA THAT THIS CHAPTER WAS SOMEHOW TAKEN DOWN!

I was so so confused as to why I wasn't getting any reads on it and it turns out there was some sort of glitch that I've emailed wattpad about.

I am so terribly sorry you guys didn't get a chapter for more than 5 minutes yesterday and so I will definitely upload another chapter tonight to make up for it.

Shoutout to iiKuro  for helping me out and being a loyal reader/voter.

Thank you so much and I'm so terribly sorry to let you all down.

-kiim