Beatrice's sleep lasted for less than thirty minutes. When she woke up, her body was entangled with Lyle's, at the edge of the windowsill, where Nia's tentacles twisted and coiled into a unique mattress. The blood-sucking fangs had retracted, and the now smaller teeth reverted back to the lovely canine teeth on Beatrice's even set.
Her head still rested in the crook of Lyle's arm, listening through flesh and bone to that tempting heartbeat. Accompanied by a seductive sigh, two arms wrapped around Lyle's neck.
"I didn't originally plan to change how I addressed you, Lyle. But sister was right, some things are much happier accepted than just received."
"I..."
