The panic set in during second period.
During first, I’d still been caught in what I’d decided to call the Cronan Haze—my mind was so filled with happiness at having seen him, felt him, spent time with him that all common sense seemed to have evaporated in thin air.
First of all, he’d skirted around questions and I’d been so lust drunk I couldn’t even think up the right questions to ask in the first place.
How is he alive? Where has he been? Why the hell didn’t we use a condom?
I mean, the first two seemed less pressing than the third at this point and, my head hung in my hands, staring down at an in-class assignment I hadn’t even started yet, I recalled how he’d told me that vampires reproduce with humans. That’s literally how they reproduce. With humans. Humans l
