I woke up in my bed. This was odd since, I hadn't gone to bed last night… Then I remembered. Michael had bit me and we'd kissed. I felt a blush warm my cheeks at the thought. But then I felt my neck, it was throbbing. How strong was Michael if he could hurt my neck like this? Very was the answer. So how gentle did he have to be, when he hugged me…

But more importantly, who had bandaged my neck, and what had he meant when he said "Sorry it was a mistake…"? What was a mistake? The bite? The kiss? Or both? My heart beat faster at the thought it was the last one. Of course the bite was a mistake because Eve had never been fanged by him. I shuddered at the thought. He had bitten me. How could I face him, knowing he had bitten me and bruised my neck? I stood up and walked to the mirror. His instincts must really have taken over. There was a huge smattering of dark bruises on my neck. But more importantly fang marks, clear on my neck. I also noticed my lips were slightly swollen looking. I blushed again.

I found my towel and went for a long, hot, shower. I washed my hair and massaged my aching neck. When the water started to cool slightly I got out and wrapped myself in a towel. I padded down the hall to my room to get changed.

But I faced a dilemma. Should I wear something to hide the fang marks or not? I looked in my wardrobe and my decision was made. There was nothing with a high enough collar to hide the marks. So instead I put on a black top with jeans. I dried my hair quickly and walked downstairs for breakfast.

I walked slowly into the kitchen, I expected Michael to be in the kitchen by now. He wasn't. I guiltily sighed silently and made some coffee. The coffee was warm and familiar as I had some toast. There wasn't much jam left, I thought idly. I would have to do some shopping. But my idle thoughts were cut short as I heard him walking down the stairs. My heart immediately started to beat louder. I gulped but I grabbed my mug and busied myself with the coffee.

I heard him come in but I didn't turn to see him. I felt him stand next to me and pull out a mug for coffee but still I didn't turn round to see him. I was too scared to. I felt him reach for the coffee next to me but I still didn't look at him. Instead I picked up my cup, that I had put down, and walked upstairs to my room.

I finished my coffee and went to do my teeth. Just as I was about to open the door to the bathroom, it opened. Michael had opened it and he had just got out of the shower by the look of it. His hair was wet and he had a towel round his waist. I couldn't help it but my eyes looked down at his muscular stomach and kept on looking. I gulped again and looked up to meet his eyes. His eyes were so blue…

"Err Claire?" He said after clearing his throat.

"Oh sorry Michael I was just going to do my teeth…" I replied quickly.

"It's ok," he replied before walking down the hall to his room and shutting the door firmly.

I walked into the bathroom and did my teeth in a bit of a daze. The room was still warm from the heat of the shower and a fine mist hung in the air. I breathed in the smell of his shampoo as I brushed my teeth. I didn't know why but my mind kept replaying the scene in my head. His perfect, muscular, unblemished skin…

So what do you think? A bit of a twist I think. I have a bit of an idea for what's happening next so please review!