Page 33 of Blood that Burns

He takes one last sip before running his tongue over the site to soothe it, then he steps away and spins me around, searching my face.

“Are you okay?”

I nod absently, high on euphoria from his touch. From the way he caressed me. The way he held me in his arms. My body moves without conscious thought until we’re chest to chest. My head tilts up and I’m staring into his molten eyes. I lift onto my toes and, without thinking, seal my lips to his.

His hands fist my hair as his tongue wars with mine. All semblance of logic and reason are gone as we lose ourselves in each other. I’m falling so fast and I’m unsure how to stop it.

I love him.

I no more than think the words than the warmth I once bathed in disappears. I’m left cold and alone. My body sags and my eyes open. What I see feels like a stab in the heart.

Disgust.

Self-loathing.

Without a word, Law’s gone.

The memory of that night doesn’t hurt any less now than when it happened.