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Roselle's face becomes crimson with embarrassment, she was hoping he wouldn't have noticed her sudden hunger. Closing her sketchbook, she sets it aside, then sheepishly approaches Micah. Putting one hand behind his back, and the other caresses his cheek on the side he didn't expose of his neck before holding his head steady as she bites into his neck. His blood tastes like wild herbs and spices, making her moan in pleasure as she drinks from him. Unconsciously she presses herself against him, quivering as fire builds in her abdomen, loosing herself in the taste of his blood as she continues to drink. She can feel his energy beginning to slip, removing her teeth and then licking the bite.

Her face is flush as she pulls back her dress so that her shoulder is exposed, "I drank a bit much from you, you can have some of mine as an apology." She watches him, actually really eager and wanting him to drink her blood, hoping it would end this weird feeling she's been having since they've met.