The smell of her blood made him crazy, the tasted of her blood made him even crazier. He had to hold back everything just to keep from sinking his fangs into her flesh. Part of him wanted to give into her advances the another part of him didnâ€™t and then there was the part of him that wanted to sink his fangs into her and drain her of blood. He pushed her gently slightly back away from him, keeping her a few good feet away from him. He hated when they didnâ€™t listen to him. He lets out an apologetic sigh. â€œMaybe I should leave.â€ he says to her. â€œOnly because youâ€™ll either end up hurt or dead and I donâ€™t want that on my conscious.â€ he adds as he goes to go toward the window again. He was about to go out it, when he felt something pulling on him, making him stop. He turns to see that she had stopped him, she had entwined her hand with his. He lets out a sigh, â€œLet me guess you donâ€™t want me to leave, even though it would be best for both of us, I am right?â€ he as as he lets out another sigh. He was still leaning out the window, prepared to leave.