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Trevor
I paced back and forth. I hovered over Paris’ shoulder like a hawk. I watched her as she gave Dylan some of her blood. I’m not sure what I was expecting. I guess I thought she would make an intravenous line and give him her blood that way, but she didn’t. What she did was different and, well, erotic. I was not sure if I was witnessing an intimate act or if she was trying to save him.
She sat next to him, with her black tee-shirt halfway off her right shoulder. Her hands cupped the back of his neck, as she pressed his face to her neck. She made a paper thin cut an inch above her collar bone and pressed his face there. I couldn’t take this anymore. Dylan wasn’t in danger of dying, I had brought him back to life. I was sure he had a certain part of him growing hard, stiff and ve
