Calhoun knew it wasn't that Madeline was rejecting or refusing the idea, but only that she needed those eleven more days to prepare herself for something she had never done. He had promised her to wait, but this was him helping her prepare and not faint on him.
"What about you?" she asked him. Though she didn't put it in full words, Calhoun knew what she was speaking about. The question was enticing, and it turned his eyes dark, to have Madeline question about returning the favour to please him.
"What about me?" asked Calhoun, his tongue going back to run against his fang, and when the sharp tip cut the tongue, he tasted his blood.
"I sometimes feel like I want to stab you," she muttered under her breath. Madeline knew Calhoun understood her question, yet he went to the length of wanting her to elaborate her words.
