down her neck, while blowing intermittent warm breaths. “Everyone will know who I am, soon.”
She pushed him off playfully and widened her green eyes. “That’s pretty bold statement. Think an awful lot of yourself, don’t you?”
“ I’m serious,” he stated as his face stilled.
Eva ’s smile dissipated as her playful demeanor gave way to Logan’s sudden bout of coldness. “About what?” she asked.
“ Do you like being human?”
Eva shook her head. “What do you mean? You’re kinda freaking me out right now.”
“ Do you enjoy what it means to be human? You know, all this?” he said, pointing out the window.
Eva clutched both sides of her robe together and proceeded to tie her belt. She was a little uneasy with Logan ’s change of topic and the way his eyes seemed to fasten in deep focus.
“ I’m here with you. I’m enjoying our moment, I mean, I was enjoying our moment. Why, all of a sudden, are you asking me about what it means to be human? Are you having some sort of existential crisis or are you from another world?” she chuckled.
Logan closed his eyes and shook his head, breaking himself out of his own spell. “I just have all these thoughts going through my head, and sometimes, I guess I express them in the most eccentric ways. I’m sorry,” he said, as he opened his arms out to Eva, who stood in a guarded stance.
She rested her head on Logan ’s hard smooth chest. She peered up at his intense, tawny eyes and asked, “Is it true you have a biting fetish?”
Logan held back a cackle and rolled his eyes. “Why do you ask?”
“ Well, I have a friend of a friend who claims to have been bitten by you a couple of years ago.”
“ Who?”
“ I can’t say. My best friend’ll kill me.”
“ Let me take a wild guess. Is her name Kirsten?”
Eva flinched with surprise. “How’d you know?”
“ She’s been goin’ round’ town telling everyone I like to bite. At first, it bothered me to the point where I actually thought about confronting her, but now she’s been kind of like a filter.”
“ A filter?”
“ Yeah, ‘cause I do. I like to bite, and I think that turns you on.”
“ God, you’re so full of yourself.”
“ I am? Whenever I’m near your neck, you do this exaggerated curl of your head. Your head and neck bend like rubber whenever I’m in the area of your soft, silky-smooth neck. You want a nibble, don’t you?”
“ Don’t be silly,” Eva said.
Logan pushed aside Eva ’s thick, brown hair away from the side of her neck and proceeded to peck at her skin. As expected, she subconsciously or consciously bent her neck almost 45 degrees. Logan’s incisors weren’t absurdly long, but they had that extra millimeter or two that gave his teeth a resemblance closer to an animal than some sort of mythical monster.
Eva lightly moaned.
“See,” Logan whispered, as he trailed nips down her neck. “You want this. Just acquiesce.”
Eva continued her moans, but didn ’t say a word. This was a typical reaction from the girls that came up to the studio. The urges were there, the desire, the wants and needs, but the societal pressures and the unknown consequences of having one’s skin pierced and punctured was an unneeded and temporary obstruction.
“ I’ll assume silence is consent,” Logan breathed, as he tugged lightly at her skin with his teeth. Eva’s body lay limp in his arms, in pure sensual catatonia.
“ Again, just let me know,” he warned, with bated breath.
As Logan stretched his wet, thick lips to full maxim around her neck, a familiar, mnemonic ringtone tore through the part of his brain that flipped the switch for blood lust, and compromised its synapses. Logan pulled back. He looked at Eva with solemn eyes. “I’m sorry. I need to get that.”
Eva snapped out of her near-trance. “It’s okay,” she said with defeat in her voice, while crossing her arms and looking downward.
“ No, no, no...wait,” Logan said, as he