"You don't feel it right, though, it's twisted. Wrong." She shook her head, "Drowning, no... I don't want you drowning in it, but if you don't feel it, you can't deal with it and if you don't deal with it, you can't get over it. That's your problem, really, you don't deal, you run. Just like now. You're running, Peter."
The silence, the hesitation, the waiting. It was agony for her. The fear of the unknown, the undetermined. It was terrifying. All those possibilities of what he may do with her ran through her mind as leaned in closer and ran his tongue across her neck. She let out a soft, clearly frightened sort of whimper. A few months ago, she'd have given anything to be in a position similar to this with him, but not now, not like this. Her eyes, wide with fear, locked on his as he pulled back and told her he hadn't figured out what he was going to do yet. That didn't make her feel any better, made her even more uneasy than she already was, honestly. "Opinions change when you become a bloodsucking leech."