Valerie snuggled under her blanket, she didn't let anyone see her face. The sun began to appear from behind the curtain and shone gently on her room at the inn she was staying at. The hot night was over. Now she was fully aware of what she had just done.
Of course that didn't mean she was drunk. Vampires couldn't get drunk, they never even drink alcohol. Even if they drank human blood with a high alcohol content because they were drunk—they would vomit it up.
Valerie lost herself because of different things. All of Raphael's touch last night, his kisses and the way he seduced her body had blown her away. She seemed to be in her own world, where she did not care about shame and pride.
