Bonfire: Ben and Sorin and Open
"And not have this fresh air," Ben asked in return as a smile tugged at his lips. The vampire was quite muscular, strong aside his vampire gifts. The smile deepened as Sorin paid attention to his arm and reached out to touch his arm. Any thought about his book was gone.
"Yes, I am," he remarked, the firelight flickering in his blue eyes. Then Ben blinked, tilting his head slightly with interest.
But with the witch's realization, the vampire drew his lower lip underneath his left fang. Ben would have flushed if he could. Instead he sighed and reached over to gently touch Sorin's chin. "It's okay. There is alcohol in the drink. But you are handsome."