Feeding

Khalid 

The car ride is awkward as fuck. 

His scent is all over and it is driving me mad. 

His blood would have been the best option for me. I have had it too many times to count but I can't be weak and succumb to my temptations. He doesn't understand why I won't just feed off him and I don't plan on explaining. He reaches for the radio just as I finally find the location of the bar I picked on the maps app. 

"Music, since you don't want to talk to me," he smiles cheekily. 

I roll my eyes as he increases the volume of the radio. "We could listen to music together." His hand rests on my shoulder warmly as the music blares in the car. The heat from his touch sears through me and I have to concentrate hard not to let go of the steering wheel lest we crash.