Chapter 17: Blue
“True friendship multiplies the good in life and divides its evils" —Baltasar Gracian.
But then recognition finally dawns on him, and he stops sucking. Red trails down his lips when he retracts himself from my wrist. He sticks out his tongue and catches every single droplet, not wanting to waste any.
I let my arm drop to my lap, suddenly feeling sore. The bite marks the once unblemished skin with twin puncture wounds. The wounds close up almost just as fast, though.
“S-sorry, I got carried away,” he admits shyfully.
“How do I taste?”
“Good,” he groans out. “Better.”
“Hhmm, really?” I lick the reminding blood on my wrist, where the wounds have completely closed up. I can taste myself and him. I taste fine, but it’s him that I want to try. “My turn.”
I take his wrist
