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Fangs In Your Neck

I retracted my fangs and closed my mouth, holding my breath. Then sat.

He rubbed his jaw and I heard the scratchiness from his unshaven beard.

"Jasmine?" Laeddin really looked at me. "What is it?" He scooted closer.

Even with me holding my breath, his scent still had me drooling.

I covered my nose and my mouth, but that didn't help either.

Standing, I ran to my room, and slammed the door.

It was like I was five again and couldn't control myself. I knew I couldn't have his blood, but the fire burning in my throat didn't care.

"Jasmine?" There was a knock on the door.

"It's nothing. I'm fine." I could smell his blood through the door.

"Can I come in?" His voice took on a softer tone.

"Nooooo." I ran to my bed and flung myself on it before grabbing a pillow and jamming it over my face. There was a lingering scent of my mother. Or maybe I only imagined that.

Laeddin sighed but didn't walk away. "I'm opening the door," he said gently. He poked his head in. "Hey, tell me what's wron
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