[No. She should have been throwing herself at him--begging him to take her blood. That's what she'd always done. He was always the one shoving her away.
The bitterness of the pills seems to be even more pronounced as the chalky metallic taste covers his tongue and works on soothing his desire. Just enough to take the edge off.
He didn't know if he should hate her or love her even more for the choice.
She meant it when she said she refused to shove him in a corner ever again.
Slowly he inhales a calming breath before struggling back to his feet. An expert at hiding his weaknesses to outsiders--he will be fine in a matter of moments.]