I gazed at Axel in horrer as I held my neck. I was so unsure to all these emotions. Ever sence the accedent…I hadn't felt anything for two years and now suddenly I was feeling too much. I clutched the wounds on my neck as I stared at Axel. I was not horrified because he'd drunken my blood, that he'd bitten me, or that my blood covered his lips, hands, chest, and shirt. I was not terrified of the fangs, dripping in my blood, as they protured over his bottem lip. I was scared of what I had felt.
The flame in my chest, the rest beating of my heart as it spilt my blood into his mouth, The feel of his arms around me, the electrical shock in my veins...So much feeling. More then the pain from cutting ever gave me. And the way I'd reacted; arching, mouning breathless helpless scilent in my throat, rolling my eyes? That was just not like me. Was...embaressing. I wish I could say that that wasn't a good thing but...I liked the fact I could feel again. Even if it would go away tomarrow.
"Roxas, I..."He looked away with shame written on his face. "I'm sorry..."
I stared at him with wide eyes.
"How did you do that?"