Clara took a deep breath and opened her eyes in a flutter. Her wings were positioned above her like a cocoon, and despite the cold floor, she did not care. Her lips tasted of Evelyn and the memories of last night’s tryst were firmly in the forefront of her mind.
She lifted a wing to have a better look. The vampire was cuddled in with her head against Clara’s chest, just below the left breast. The biscuit appeared to be enamoured by the rhythmic heartbeat. Clara could hear Evelyn’s as well but knew that it could be stopped. It’s all for show.
“Put that wing back down,” Evelyn whined. “My ass is getting cold.”