My entire body locked up. The world narrowed down to a single point of heat where Harlow's mouth connected with my neck. Her lips were soft but insistent, teeth scraping lightly against my skin while her tongue swirled patterns that short-circuited my brain.
She was biting me. In the hallway of her family's mansion. While wearing a vampire costume.
This was bad. Really bad.
"Harlow," I managed, but my voice came out embarrassingly rough. "You need to stop."
She didn't. Instead, she pressed closer, her body molding against mine as she tilted her head for a better angle. One of her hands slid up my chest and curled around the back of my neck, holding me in place.
My hands gripped her waist, initially to push her away. But something traitorous in me hesitated. The suction on my neck intensified, and I felt heat rush through my body like wildfire.
"Harlow!" This time my voice worked properly. I pushed her back firmly, breaking the contact between her mouth and my neck.
