It surprisingly felt good and close my eyes when he does, and open them when he pulls back. The wounds automatically heal and I sink my fangs into his neck afterwards.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
