♦Neruda's POV♦
Soon after, a knock comes across and I get up before he can't. "Just wait for me, I'll go get it." I tell him, going to the door.
I forget that I'm half-naked, till the maid chokes and start to burn up, I didn't care about that, grabbing the glass of blood and slamming the door in her face.
"I'm not sick." He complains when I get back.
"I never said you were." I reply, picking up the glass of blood from the tray to feed him. "It's steaming." I note with wide eyes, bypassing his outstretched hand.
"It was heated and what are you doing?" He asks suspiciously, moving back a bit.
I roll my eyes. "Feeding you, what does it look like?" I ask sarcastically.
"I can feed myself." He pouts, averting his face.
