Hunter blushed and looked down at his lap when his sister mentioned girls. He'd never really been interested in the opposite sex, or the same sex for that matter. There had always been more interesting things out in the world. The bite had recently had him feeling things more strongly, confusingly so, but there was only one person he had eyes for.
It seemed as though Fawn moved in slow motion, her dress spinning out around her, echoed by her long hair. She was a dream he never wanted to wake up from.
"I think it's perfect," Hunter replied, sure that he must have hearts in his eyes.
"Winter should never come. It should always be summer, so that you can wear that dress and we can picnic out on our lawn amongst the fireflies."