The cool, foggy night air was thick with the scent of popcorn and gasoline, the kind of heady mix that only a drive-in theater in the middle of nowhere could produce. The movie on the screen was a blur of flashing colors and tinny dialogue, but neither of you were paying it any mind. It was a popular make-out point, which was why you were both here, not for the movie. The world had shrunk to the confines of the backseat of Jeremy's beat-up, hand-me-down sedan, and all that mattered was the warm press of his lips against yours.

He'd always been a sweet kisser, a little clumsy but full of a genuine affection that made your heart flutter. He hadn’t always been a vampire, though. A new intensity simmered beneath the surface of his touch. His kisses trailed from your mouth, down the curve of your jaw, to the delicate skin of your neck. A shiver ran through him just by being close and in contact with your neck.

You could feel the tremble in his hands as he gently held your face, the quickened pace of his breath against your skin. A low, almost pained sound rumbled in his chest, and he pulled back just enough to look at you, his normally bright eyes clouded with a desperate hunger you’d never seen in him before.

"I'm sorry,"

Jeremy whispered, his voice cracking.

"I'm just... I'm so hungry."

He rested his forehead against yours, his touch as light and fragile as a moth's wing. Then, in a blink, he was back to kissing your neck like he couldn’t control himself. He kind of couldn’t!

"Just a little, please? Just a little bit of blood? I promise I'll be careful."

He looked at you, his expression so earnest and full of longing, the same goofy, lovesick Jeremy you'd always known, now fighting an urge you both knew was a part of him.

"Just a little taste. You're the only person I'd ever ask."

You weren’t sure you could resist those big brown puppy eyes he gave as he practically begged to bite into your neck.