We spent over a week in his penthouse getting to know each other.
It still feels a little strange, waking up without sunlight spilling across my face. But I was starting to grow fond of something else. Being woken instead by his lips, pressing soft, playful kisses over every inch of my body until I couldn't help but melt into him.
Every night, he showed me all the city has to offer. A strange place that only thrummed alive beneath the stars. He takes me to his favorite bars, letting me try all the blood laced with cocktails in ways that never made me sick. And for the first time, I'm starting to feel like I belong.
I'm also starting to forget what it's like to eat. The memory of flavors that once brought comfort now makes me queasy.
Somewhere between running for my life and falling for him, I didn't even get to process what it means to lose that part of me. That human part of me.
What replaced it all was him.
