Maria was crawling onto the bed, joining Blake, when he asked her yet again whether she was okay or no. It looked like he was just waiting for her to lash out at him or something.
She smiled reassuringly at him. Then, resting her head on his arm and looking up at him, she told him in a murmur, "It was just something else."
He c****d an eyebrow at her and gave her quizzical looks until she explained, "Well, he seemed so... predator-like."
"But that's what we naturally are." He countered, his brow furrowing.
"How do you feed?" She questioned him after some thought. It might seem irrelevant, but that was beyond the point.
"On blood," was his duh-like reply.
"Well, yeah," She rolled her eyes at that, "but how?" Her eyebrow quirked suggestively, silently asking for details.
"Oh," he mout
