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[He didn't move a muscle, afraid to even breathe but he wasn't exactly sure of the exact reason he felt this way. Her fangs, he felt them against his skin and if he were to take a breath, it could be just enough pressure to break into the vein she hovered over. I don't want this. The rush of adrenaline making his heart race within him, it wasn't fear though. It was more similar to the rush he felt when in the midst of a hunt, the excitement that developed when pursuing his prey.]
[His senses in a state of hyper awareness, the sensation of her breath coming in quick heated puffs against his neck. It was soothing. I don't want... Anxiety rolled within his stomach, a feeling of nausea resting in the pit of it. The mess of emotions he was feeling were all contradictory from each other, like everything always was with her. Anxiously he waited for her fangs to pierce his skin, but the distance between them only grew further apart as she pushed him away.]
[Relief meshed with the horrifying sense of disappointment as she backed off.]