3:45 a.m.
"Kiss me," I say, waggling my eyebrows.
"No."
"Bite me."
"You'd enjoy that more than me kissing you," she giggles.
"And?"
"And… I'm mad at you." She folds her arms against her chest, huffing.
"I know. But I still want you to bite me."
"Can you be serious for a minute, Eric?"
"I am being serious. I'm completely serious. Bite me. You'll feel better." I won't beg, but I feel I'm getting pretty damned close to it.
"There's the rub. Having your blood does make me feel better, but I don't want to feel anything but pissed at you right now."
"I need you to do it. We need to do something different here because it's obvious I can't change the way you feel."
"Do you want to influence my emotions?" She moves away from me, disgust written across her face.
"That's not what I said."
"Well, what did you mean? Because I thought you just said you can't change the way I feel which would infer that you want to influence my emotions."
"Now you're stretching. And don't be ridiculous. I can't fix what's bothering you because I don't know how. I'm trying to think of things that will help."
"Help you or me?"
Now I'm pissed. Why would she think this is just about me? I care more about her well being than she'll ever know.
"Do you doubt me that much?"
"No. I'm sorry."
"Don't be, lover."
I know that I can never fix her issues when they are emotional. My blood can only heal the physical hurt. I still think it's worth trying but she's being stubborn, as usual. I can only ask and wait for her to decide she wants to do something different. Change is the only other thing we haven't tried.