"Quit staring at me like that," I said, my voice muffled by a mouthful of turkey and Swiss. I leaned back against the headrest, shamelessly licking a stray crumb from my bottom lip.
The sandwich was a religious experience after the disaster that was Daniel’s party.
Daniel didn't look away. He didn't even blink. He just sat there in the shadows of the SUV, his eyes tracking the movement of my tongue with a dark, terrifying focus.
"Like what?" he asked, his voice dropping into a rasp that made the hair on my arms stand up.
"Like you want to devour me or something," I blurted out. The adrenaline, the exhaustion, and the sudden influx of carbs had made my filter vanish.
"Oh, yes," he said, his voice a low, dangerous vibration. "I definitely want to."
Before the word 'to' had even finish
