Don’t Bite the Boy Next Door by Helen Allan

The guilt I felt when I killed him, the first man I found irresistible… it’s something I will never get over.
And now I’ve met another, and I can’t support the idea that I might kill him too.
But his blood calls to me, my body aches for his.
I have to stay away.
I have to keep telling myself, ‘don’t bite the boy next door. Don’t bite the boy next door.’
If only I could stay away…