Lulu's p.o.v.
I’m touching Damien.
I’m feeling him, my palm covering his cheek, my thumb on his bottom lip now, stroking it softly and my other hand stuck to his sweet-smelling white shirt as it rests on his hard chest.
" Are you hungry?", I asked again when he didn't reply, just staring at me with his intense green eyes. " Do you want my blood?"
Something moved over his features when I said that. A ripple of something that shone under the fat red moon. His jaw clenched and he threw me away. His push wasn't hard enough to hurt me, just enough to push me back.
" Stay away from me." Without looking at me he focused on his sketchbook. But I am sure he is not drawing anything. He is too drunk for it. I can smell the booze in his minty breath, with a hint of wolfsbane. And his eyes we
