"Why does something so bad feel so good?" I murmured.
I didn't have to explain myself for Kyle to know what I was referring to. A werewolf and Siphoner-vampire weren't meant to be together. The treaty both the vampire and werewolf communities signed stated just that. If anyone was caught breaching the contract they would be stripped of their memories, or maybe worse: terminated.
"I don't know," Kyle whispered.
Regardless of the extreme consequences of me and Kyle's actions, at this very moment, I didn't care about what the future had in store.
I just wanted to be with Kyle.
The Red Moon had caught me in its net and I was loving every second of it.
Water washed the suds down the drain. My palms explored hard muscles. Dips and curves. Smooth and hard. Inch by inch I learned where everything connected. Not to mention, how each of his sighs sounded.
My finger lingered at Kyle's navel. "Kyle?"
"Yeah?"
