what have I done

The alchemist shook his head distractedly at her apology, indicating that it was entirely unnecessary. This was new to both of them after all. As she rose, Remi's eyes followed her ascent, resisting the urge to reach for her. It was strange, that compulsion to have her close. Isla was beautiful and one of his best friends here, but the alchemist had never thought of her that way before. Even now as he gazed at her, he felt a complicated array of emotions. She had caused him so much pleasure with her touch, and normally that was an indication of a sexual and physical desire and yet— The distance between them allowed some semblance of rationality to return to the alchemist's mind. That was until Isla turned and draped herself against him. With a small inhale of surprise, he felt himself moving slightly beneath her to adjust himself, hands feather-light against the backs of her arms as if he was some naive and shy boy too afraid to touch the skin of a girl. It wasn't that though, it was the paralysis that her nearness to his neck caused; the overwhelming anticipation of what he would feel if only she would just bite down. Leaning his head into her hand, as her teeth found the much thicker vein in his neck he came alive beneath her. His hands pressed inwards against the small of her back, drawing her closer to him as his chin raised slightly to allow her more purchase to his neck. With a moan he didn't even try to extinguish, a hand reached up into her disheveled hair, rounding his fingers against her skull to encourage her to press her lips more firmly against him. REMI What have I become? My sweetest friend—Everyone I know goes away in the end If I could start again, a million miles away, I would keep myself. I would find a way