บท 18: Chapter 18

He whimpered, and his arms went around my neck. I gentled the kiss, but it was too late; the taste of copper filled my mouth.

“Bloody hell,” I groaned, my forehead against his. “I’m sorry, Jeremy. I didn’t mean to…” I lowered my arms and stepped back.

His mouth was smeared with red. I raised my hand slowly, waiting for him to flinch. When he didn’t, I ran my thumb over his lip, wiping off the blood, and then stared stupidly at his lip, at my thumb.

“Your blood.” My lover gave a shaky laugh. I realised my mouth was throbbing not from the force of the kiss but because I’d cut my own lip on Jeremy’s tooth.

I sucked the blood off my thumb. Thank God I hadn’t hurt him. “Tell me what’s wrong, Jeremy. Please. I…I feel as if I’m losing you.”

“If I do tell you, it won’t be a question of you losing me; it will be a matter of you chucking me out on my arse.”