He tensed at the thought.
"I felt your fangs on my neck and you were about to break skin, but you didn't. You can control yourself like I always knew you could… like I know you can now."
I led him to the shower and had another tumble in bed with him before we both headed off to breakfast, our appetites for each other's company temporarily sated, giving in to actual hunger. I came out of it relatively unscathed and he seemed more confident in his own self-control.
"Jam and butter on toast… you never get tired of it," he noted, as I took a bite of my favorite breakfast.
"The same way you never seem to get tired of that." I eyed his glass of blood pointedly. "You should try my breakfast. It tastes really good."
