October 31st, 2014
"Gin, beautiful?" He smiled at me.
"I'm good." I replied.
"Suit yourself." His smile grew bigger. "You know what, let's go in the master bedroom."
I giggled. "Whatever you want, mister."
He grabbed me and I put my arms around his waist as we slumped against the walls like a drunken couple. It was fortunate for us that there was a room available. He pushed the door open and kicked it shut with his leg, and we tumbled onto the bed.
"Mhm, you smell like vanilla." He mumbled. I giggled.
"You smell like shaving cream." He laughed at my words.
"Beautiful, you don't know what you're saying." He snarled. I jumped up. He opened his mouth wide and revealed two fangs.
"They're real, honey." Was all he offered before he plunged them into my shaking chest.
