Was I actually dreaming? No, it couldn't be. The sharp pain from the bite marks on my neck proved otherwise.

Frank had waited so long to be in the same bed with the boy he loved—not just any boy, but an imp from hell. He adored everything about him: his red skin, white hair, sharp teeth, and nails that could impale a grown man. This imp boy was beautiful, and Frank felt privileged to witness that beauty up close. With a deep groan, he wrapped his arms tightly around the imp's waist as they kissed. The other boy began to slide lower, and that's when Frank remembered the sharp teeth.

"Hey, hey, let's not go there, alright?" Frank muttered cautiously.