I smile wide as my first partner draws back, licking my lips in response to the wink. I am looking forward to meeting him again, despite the ghost of fangs and a little voice telling me it was a bad idea. A little voice I ignore. This is just a game after all. And as the game continues, I get my next partner, a much younger looking man who is immediately heckled.
He comes to me, but I get into the spirit of it, laughing at his words and reaching out to cup his face, far more forward than he’s being. He seems like he need a little more support, despite his bright words. ”Just relax.” I whisper, letting him take the lead. For a moment. Then I pull him closer, nipping at his bottom lip like I’m showing off. Before it can get further than that, I pull back with a laugh, releasing his face as I do.
”You’re not bad.” I declare to the group, taking my spot again and leaning back.
Tarasha
the adnascentia of my soul will crack the earth
