Okay. Are you sure? I'm sorry I don't know what happened...[She bites her own tongue to stop herself from staring at the welling puncture marks that she made. The fact that she drank her blood was starting to gross her out a tad as the marvelous taste and feel faded.
She rolls herself off of Brooke, not even bothering to cover herself as she stands over her, looking a lot less awkward than she felt.] I don't remember you showing me your bedroom, hon.
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She rolls herself off of Brooke, not even bothering to cover herself as she stands over her, looking a lot less awkward than she felt.] I don't remember you showing me your bedroom, hon.