"What the hell?"
He didn't know whether to be confused about the interruption or the fact that they'd been making out in the first place.
"That won't happen again," she said, a clear warning in her voice.
They conducted the rest of the patrol in silence. Bash was confused, annoyed at himself, and pissed at her. Mostly pissed at her.
At six in the morning, they headed to the dorms. She stopped on the second floor and he climbed to his room on the third.
Only when he woke up around midday did he realize three things.
He'd slept. He was in his own room. And he hadn't drunk a drop of blood for twelve hours.