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what am i thinking?

Type was on his bed fuming. He couldn't wrap his head about this situation he was in. More importantly, why did he want more?
Laying on his back he shifted his head to the side looking at his clock with narrowed eyes.
It was 730pm.
Taking his eyes to the ceiling he was frustrated.
It was Only 5 and a half hours ago since tharn had been in his house. He couldn't even look down. His pants were tight. Shaking his head he grabbed his phone into both his hands looking up at it.
Chewing his lip he thought about texting tharn. Maybe a physical relationship wouldn't be that bad.
Types eyes opened wide.
He then threw his phone to the bed in anger.
"No fucking way!"
He then shifted to his side putting his one hand under his head and the other, with his fingers drummed on his hip.
He eyed his phone.
"Shit!"
Then his mind started to think about this in a different way.
Was tharn the only one who could text for meet ups? He did say "we".
He closed his eyes.
Why are you thinking this way? He's a vampire. He's male. But why did i want it so bad? All it does is make me weak. I even have to consume more blood just to be okay.
Taking a big breathe he though. About this in a serious manner.
It could be just has tharn said. Just physical. No emotions. No attachments. Just til i can find a human woman.
Types eyes slowly opened.
"But,what if..... One of us......"
Type couldn't fathom that thought. He didn't like tharn. Not like that. He was an asshole who treated him like crap just because of what he is.
Then a memory flashed making him bit his lip lustfully.
"He is an amazing lay thou."
Types mind went in a daze he couldn't stop himself.
Taking his hand from his hip, with his finger he opened his phone breathing in heavily.
"I hope you know what your doing type."
Then he texted tharn.
Type: uuuum are you the only one who can text for meetups?
Type then rolled to his back arms over his eyes.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
He twitched when he heard his phone ping.
Breathing in heavily, he took his arms away from his eyes to grabbed the phone looking up it.
Tharn: you want it already half breed? Hasent been a day yet.
Type narrowed his eyes in anger.
Type: asshole! Never mind.
Then he put his phone to his side, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around his chest.
"Im a fucking moron."
He opened his eyes to look at his phone when it pinged.
Signing he sat up grabbing his phone again.
Peering down he made a face.
Tharn: no. I said "we" for a reason.
Type tapped his finger behind the back of the phone, looking to the left. He was thinking about what to text next.
Then his phone went off again, reading the message he leaned back gulping.
Tharn: so? Are you coming over?
Types lips parted, breathing in and out heavily.
He honestly didn't know.
"Should i? can i actually do this?"
Type honestly didn't know. This whole Thing was new to him. He's nothing but hated there kind for has long has he could remember. Now what? He's going to allow one too fuck him?
Type was starting to rethink this.
Then his phone went off again.
Tharn: are you hard?
Types lips twitched to a small smirk.
Looking down it never went away.
Type: are... You compatible of going slow? I don't want to keep downing blood afterwards.
Types fingers drummed on the back of his phone, waiting.
Tharn: come over and find out.
Type put down his phone biting his thumb nail.
Should he go? Was this going to be a big mistake? Would this turn into something else?
He closed his eyes. Type wouldn't let that happen. He just knew he wanted tharn. Everything about the act was just so.
His thought hung in the air.
His eyes opened to his phone pinging again.
Grabbing it once more in his hands he read the text.
Tharn: well?
Type hesitated.
He took a big inhale.
Type: ill be there in 20.