Breaking point

Walker 

"We need to talk.'' 

She nods, opening the door wider for me to come in. She is dressed in a pair of very short shorts and a tight white tank top, and she smells like vanilla and strawberries. Her hair is a curly mass of thick black tresses, and she has a little bit of makeup on. I look away from her because the more I look, the more I want. 

"I am sorry,'' she blurts immediately the door is closed. 

I raise a brow because I don't know what she is apologizing for. 

"For?" 

She lets out a nervous laugh. "Last night. I made a mistake, and it won't happen again."

"What part of last night are you sorry for?" I ask, cocking my head to the side a bit., She takes a deep breath and laces her fingers together, looking away for a moment before she finally meets my gaze. 

"I shouldn't have brought him to my room. I shouldn't have fed on him.'' 

"Do you even know his name?"