The lightest touch of his fingers made
me quiver yet again. He shook, too, for different reasons. Looking up
at the clouds, covering then revealing the moon like a burlesque
curtain, I knew I’d not forget these moments shared.
“I didn’t realize,” he started, but could not finish.
“Hush, love. It was meant to be a surprise.”
He rolled closer, sweat beading on his forehead. “I’d have done it anyway.”
That earned him another kiss. “I know. Your kind always do.”
I rose. He remained, blank eyes yet content, as I licked his lifeblood from the corner of my mouth.
