"I don't like to, it ruins the surprise." She wet her lower lip, closing her eyes and remembering their time together, the way he'd reacted when her blood had run over his chest, turning it sticky and red. He'd always breathed harder, and she liked how he grit his teeth to keep from making noise.
She smiled at his asking and nodded. "You don't have to ask, Sweeney. You know I'd move my things here tomorrow and live with you again if you asked."