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“I swear to God,” I whispered, “Please, stop.”

He was so unbearably sweet, I could only kiss him for so long before I had to bite him and then I wouldn’t be able to stop drinking. I wouldn’t kill him, I couldn’t.

I could hear his confusion in the daylight’s fading darkness. TIme stopped for us. My throat closed up, and I tried to form words. Choking on my own confusion and saliva, it hadn’t been this hard in awhile.

“Awh, fuck.” I said, and pressed myself back against him, kissing hard. I’d never been good at staying away.