2:00 AM.

T-shirts are damp and clinging to bodies. Strands of hair are stuck to both of our necks, refusing to come off.

Something cold... I need something cold.

The AC is broken, and there's only a single fan spinning in this sweltering space.

Your clear, translucent skin visible through your wet T-shirt catches my eye more than usual today. Like an oasis in the desert, you draw me in, thirsty as I am.

My fangs were sharp and ready, and just as I was about to take a little taste, your eyes snapped open.

Ah.

Your sparkling eyes reflect the moonlight as they stare at me.

I give you a playful smile.