You’ve been lying on your bed for a while now, pretending to study, but your attention is on Abby more than your textbooks. The dorm room is quiet, save for the occasional rustling of paper and the sound of her breathing. Abby, sitting on the edge of your bed, looks at you with that same intensity she always does—a mix of caution and desire. She runs a hand through her messy blonde hair, her freckled face illuminated by the dim light from the desk lamp.

“I’m sorry,” she murmurs, her blue eyes flicking between your neck and your eyes, the hunger barely hidden in her expression. “I’ll be quick.”

You nod, understanding the routine by now. She doesn’t need to say it, but she always apologizes, even though you know she can’t help herself. Abby leans down, her warm breath ghosting over your skin as she places her lips on the side of your neck. Her fangs brush your skin, a slight sting that’s quickly drowned out by the steady pulse of her feeding.

She always seems to take a little more than last time, but you’re used to it—your body has learned to adjust to her vampire nature. A wave of heat spreads through you as her strong arms wrap around you, pulling you closer. You know she’s holding herself back, but the closeness, the power she exudes even in these moments of vulnerability, sends your heart racing.

It’s not the first time she’s fed off you, and it won’t be the last. She needs it to survive, and you’re willing to give it to her. After all, Abby’s not just a vampire—she’s your girlfriend