Travis’ POV
I started to get nervous because Tiffany was taking a while to wake up. I had already thanked Agatha, and she left. I placed Tiffany on my bed and sat on the edge staring at her, waiting on some kind of movement.
Maybe I didn’t give her enough blood. I bit my lip again and pressed my lips to hers, forcing her mouth open and the blood to flow down her throat. I tried for a long time before I pulled away.
After a few more minutes, I watched as she blinked her eyes open. I was relieved. I didn’t know what i’d do if I lost her.
She looked at me and smiled softly. I caressed her face, thankful that she survived.
I watched as she leaned into my touch and closed her eyes. I felt compelled to lean down and press my lips to hers. The touch was brief before I pulled away.
“Travis,
