I opened Edward’s mouth and put my finger inside as far as it would go, feeling the texture of his throat. His breath was cool and moist. I hesitated for a moment, fighting back the urge to be sick then put my mouth on his. Lightly, at first, trembling and dizzy from the shock of it all. I let my tongue fall in and licked his teeth and the roof of his mouth. I kept thinking how wrong it was, every bit of it but I liked him half-dead. Under the sterile light, he looked like a cadaver sprawled out on the vinyl chair. I don’t know what came over me, what hideous desire compelled me to bite his lips and tongue and face. I split his bottom lip open with my teeth. The way his blood burst into my mouth reminded me of biting into a cherry tomato.
I wondered if he had any idea. Would he still thin
