What You Desire

"Here I am called Christopher," he replied gruffly. He stepped away from the tree and into the sunlight. I still couldn't see his face.

"If you're a vampire, why doesn't the sun burn you?" I asked, curious.

My hunger for his blood seared so strong, it took every ounce of effort I possessed not to attack him.

"The queen's magic is very powerful. I have no fear of the sun." Another step.

I moved toward him, our steps like a dance, a deadly dance, one I didn't want to win.

If I reached out my hands, I would've touched him, but I didn't.

He smelled earthy, like clover and honey.

"Are you going to bite me again?" The words left my mouth, and I instantly knew I wanted him to.

"I will if that is what you desire." He sounded so calm, but his heart raced.

Another step.

Our bodies practically touched, but we kept our hands to our sides.

"If you're a vampire, why does your heart beat?" I asked startled.