Page 71 of How to Bite Your Neighbor and Win a Wager
Wes had left a string of messages on his phone too, the new nickname on his account making Vincent chuckle.
VampireBait
Good afternoon, love.
You drooled in your sleep so I know you’re hungry.
I have a wager for you later.
Be prepared.
(Also dinner and a show, so like, don’t eat anyone else until then!)
He’d followed the final text with a demon emoji. Vincent was in the middle of sending back a series of corny eating-related gifs heavy in innuendo when something crashed downstairs.
VampireBait
Sorry if that woke you. Just doing some deep cleaning.
HotMouth
You okay? Should I help?
VampireBait
No, I’ve got it.
Actually if you could stay upstairs for another hour, that would be fantastic.
Don’t ask me why.
Don’t ask Kendall why either, she’s a fucking snitch.
HotMouth
Should I be concerned?
VampireBait
…only a little bit?
Vincent sent a laughing emoji and flicked over to Kendall’s private messages to him, which were composed mostly of sex tips with a few deeply emotional rants interspersed.
KendallCanoodles
Hey, so today you’re legally required to answer yes to all questions.
HotMouth
I feel like this is heading one of two ways and they both terrify me a little bit.
KendallCanoodles
Good. You should always harbor a small amount of fear for both sex and aliens.
HotMouth
Aliens was NOT one of the things I was thinking of but now that you’ve brought them into it I’ve gone from a little bit terrified to actively frightened.
