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little self conscious when I turned towards him. He just smiled a small shy smile, one I hadn't seen on his face before.
    “Do you know when I first fell in love with you?”
    I shook my head, unable to remember when that might have been, unable to form any words at that moment anyway.
    “We met in a bar.” He laughed at that. “You walked in on a private function without realising it. We haven't talked much about what I am, but I know you know. It was a vampire function and those humans present were either there as our meals or for entertainment. I thought perhaps you were a late comer to the event and all my dreams had been answered at once. You wouldn't have a bar of it, or me." Something flickered across his face, something alien and frightening, but it was gone before I could recognise it. Replaced with a soft look of longing. "Without a doubt I lost my heart to you that night.” He lifted my hand, which he had been holding, to his lips, flashing his fangs while he went in to kiss the back of it.
    I hadn't seen his fangs before and yes, I knew what he and the others were, I'd always known. Plus, I had seen cars arrive to the out building, delivering humans for their meal and then leaving again. But no fangs had ever been on display. But it wasn't that fangs made me draw in a sudden sharp breath, it was the story of where we met, because it rang true. For the first time I felt we actually shared a memory. For the first time I truly believed him.
    He saw the look on my face and smiled again, his eyes now dancing the most wonderful shades of vivid blue. “You remember,” he whispered and when I nodded slowly, he said, “Do you remember what else happened that night?”
    I shook my head and he breathed a long breath out, one he had obviously been holding, but I hadn't noticed. “We kissed.”
    “Did we?” I whispered back. “I don't remember that.”
    His eyes trailed down to my mouth and stayed there. “Shall I remind you?” His voice was husky and low, I couldn't help it, I licked my lips.
    He groaned and didn't wait for a reply, pulling me into his chest, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me with such passion and need and hunger it stole my breath. It also didn't feel in the slightest bit familiar, but it did feel OK. I thought distractedly, that it should feel better than this if we had been in love, which he so obviously indicated, but the thought was soon gone as his lips trailed down my chin and jaw, over my neck and then without any warning at all, his fangs entered my skin above my pulse and he began to drink my blood.
    Part of me realised this was something he had little control over, maybe it was something we had done regularly when we kissed. Maybe he had missed it so much that when faced with such an intimate chance again, he simply could not stop himself. But the stinging sensation of his fangs biting did not feel unfamiliar, just the fact that it was him doing the biting that did.
    He didn't waste time changing the bite to a more pleasurable experience, making my legs tremble and my body arch and a whimper of need escape my mouth. My hands found their way into his hair and as I began running my fingers through the strands he responded with a quick change of my position, making me end up in his lap. His own hands roaming over my body, down my back, up my arms, across my chest until he found my breast and started rubbing my nipples.
    I was immediately on fire, my body responding even though my brain was still trying to catch up. I hadn't felt attracted to Jonathan before tonight, I had begun to like him, to enjoy our conversations, the time spent together, I had even started to want to make him smile. All of this could have led to an attraction for sure, but this response right now was not my own.
    I realised this with a sudden rush of clarity and started to push back against his chest. He was of course, very strong, he's a vampire, but I think both of us were surprised at how strong in fact I