Pinky Promises & Sloppy Kisses

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"I'm sorry I didn't realize you wanted to go to homecoming," he apologizes for the hundredth time after finishing sucking my blood.
"I'm sorry for snapping at you and making you worry when I left school early," I apologize.
"I was a jerk, I deserved it." He shrugs a shoulder then goes back to bandaging my wrist.
"You're going to become a nurse yet," I joke as he finishes wrapping my wrist with gauze and cuddles into my side.
"A nurse that feeds on his patients, that sounds like a great idea," he laughs.
"Well it's not like they'd remember, you can compel them to forget right after."
"True."
I ask him a question that I've been wanting to ask since he got home from school, "who was that that came home with you?"
"Oh, that was Payton." He says nonchalantly.
"How many friends have you been hiding from me?" I play it off with a laugh.
"Only like three, and they're all from TikTok. I only hid them from you because they were the only people I could talk openly to about my feelings for you. I've only known them since summer break."
"Okay," I sigh.
"No more lying to each other?" He asks, holding out his pinky for a pinky promise.
"I don't feel like that's a fair deal," I laugh, "you can tell if I lie, I can't."
"I won't use my vamp hearing on you," he promises.
"Fine," I link my pinky with his.
He cups my face and kisses me softly before sliding over to straddle my hips, deepening the kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me.
He moves his lips to my cheek and then right below my ear in quick, sloppy kisses.
My breath catches in my throat as he starts to kiss down my neck and moving to the other side to start to suck on my neck, trying to leave a hickey.
"Chase, everyone will see that," I whisper, trying to keep my breathing slow as he bites down gently, his fangs barely piercing my skin.
"I don't care," he whispers back before continuing to suck on my neck.
I run my fingers through his hair as I desperately try to keep my whimpers from turning into moans.
Maybe I should ask for space more often, if this is what it turns into...

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