Chapter 8.

[Click.] The bathroom door is suddenly pushed open from the outside and Ethan walks in with concern, observing without a trace, [How's it going?] I opened my mouth wide and showed my little tongue, pathetically showing him,[bleed out ......] On the tip of the pink tongue, a small wound was still bubbling blood out, showing how hard the bite was. Ethan's eyes darkened as he pressed one hand to the back of my head and his thin lips fell, leaving a deep kiss that smelled of blood. [Boy, that's a hard bite. You want some meat?] I'm ignoring him. The bite hurts me. If it wasn't for the fake drama. Knowing Ethan as I do, his suspicion is an occupational hazard, and he would definitely be suspicious if he didn't actually get a wound. Luckily, in time, I swallowed the note before he arrived. I'm so mean, I even eat notes. Luckily Ethan didn't get suspicious and held me patiently and gently coaxing me, taking great pains to comfort me. That tenderness was enough to make me fall. B