Arlin kept her in bed for most of the morning before she forced him to get up and fix her some breakfast. Or brunch, considering the time of day. As he stood in front of the stove, he ran his hand over her teeth marks embedded in his chest, shaking his head at how sensitive the marks felt. Now, this is definitely a twist on things. He chuckled at the sudden spin on tradition. I wonder if I’ll turn into a human. He flipped the stove on and then rummaged around his cabinet for a pan in which to fry some bacon. He glanced behind him at her knife still sticking straight up on his counter, remembering her grit and determination earlier. She definitely deserved some bacon.
He heard her coming from the back bedroom and turned his head as she shuffled into the front room wearing nothing but an o
