“Are you sure it’s okay?”
“Yeah,” he said, looking for a location, to pull off the road. The gravel crunched under the car as they eased along the country road. He parked the car, and the engine sputtered then fell silent.
“Sure no one can see us?” She shifted nervously looking out the window.
“I’m sure,” glancing up at the moon he smiles, “unless a werewolf shows up, I think you’ll be fine.”
He smiled and kissed her lips before she could protest again. She melted against the pressure of his tight embrace. Her eyes grew wide when she felt the sharp prick against her neck.
She pulled away, “You said I’d be safe.”
“I’m not a werewolf.” He shrugged as blood dripped from his smiling lips.