Chapter 27

He returned a few minutes later, dressed in clean, if equally well-worn jeans and a different shirt. It fit him better than the other one, accenting his slender but well-built torso. For a very brief moment my libido kicked into gear but I tamped it down fast. I wasn’t about to take things in that direction no matter what. First off, he was way too young and innocent. Two, it would undoubtedly send him running if he knew I was gay as well—and he did need to learn the ins-and-outs of what it meant to be a vampire and hone the innate attributes which came with that.

“You hungry?” I asked, knowing full well he had to be.

“Starving,” he replied, sounding as if he didn’t want to admit that he was.

“Come on.” I took him into the kitchen, got out a bag of blood, and handed it to him. As before, he drank thirstily, so I gave him a second one.

When he finished, he said with some embarrassment, “I’m taking all you have.”

“Not really. And it’s easily replaceable from our blood bank.”