Oliver examined the bookshelf in Liza’s dorm room, tapping the spines so they were even.
“Can’t believe how many vampire romances you have. You really like this stuff?”
Liza shrugged and sat down on the futon. “Well, you know. You get addicted.”
“I heard they suck.”
She rolled her eyes. “They’re fun, okay? Don’t judge me.”
He wrapped an arm around her waist and whispered, “Suppose I bite you, then. Like a vampire.”
“That’s kind of hot.” Liza grinned and stretched out her neck.
Oliver’s fangs gleamed red in the glow of the lava lamp. This was getting too easy.
Author’s Note: I think the rehabilitation of vampires’ image as romantic heroes would be a great deal for vampires.