I'm a vampire. My childhood friend is an incubus. He's spent every one of his heat cycles with me, yet he's always held back from going all the way. I figured he was just shy. Until I caught him flirting with the campus queen—and heard him telling his buddies that I was just a free ride. My heart ached with rage. "If he's gonna play pure love, then screw this!" Just then, someone stepped out of the booth next door—it was Winston Vance, Alverton University's aloof and untouchable campus heartthrob. His face was expressionless. "You're being too loud." But my gaze drifted past his face and landed on the two dark, damp spots on the front of his shirt. I froze. And then—a bullet-screen comment window popped up right in front of my eyes. A: [Ooh, look at him pretending. He's probably losing it inside hearing her voice.] B: [Poor broken puppy's been pining for her all this time. Every time she went to his apartment looking for that other guy, Winston spent the whole night under freezing cold showers.] C: [And he had to endure all that swelling pain from his heat cycle...] D: [If she just a bit down on him right now, he definitely wouldn't say no.] My fangs tingled with hunger. And I actually lunged at him.