His heart thumped in his chest, fierce and alive, and for a second that beat was the only thing Kieran could really focus on. His head was light. His entire body was light, and he kept his hands pressed against Yousef, seeking the physical support. His body felt languid; if anything, he felt good, except for the sharp throbbing pain of the wound in his neck. His head was tilted back, pressed up against the alley wall, the damp of the wall offering a tinge of realistic feeling to the experiences.
"Dizzy, mostly," Kieran muttered. He wanted to kiss Yousef, sort of, although it was a stupid feeling - the physical closeness of the moment getting to his head. He grinned at the vampire anyways, a crooked and mischievous expression. He hadn't hated this, and Yousef hadn't killed him.
"Dizzy, mostly," Kieran muttered. He wanted to kiss Yousef, sort of, although it was a stupid feeling - the physical closeness of the moment getting to his head. He grinned at the vampire anyways, a crooked and mischievous expression. He hadn't hated this, and Yousef hadn't killed him.