Grouse Thicket drinking at a playground, tequila for one

As he stared at her, she could see the white part of his chest yawn and open into a pale void.  She shouldn't believe him but she does, because how could someone so charming and alluring have anything but the purest intentions?

And even if he doesn't, a small voice asserts from somewhere far away, at least he isn't afraid to touch you.  The physical nearness of this boy made her feel both wanted and valued, and those were so scarce she'd take what she could get.  Most often it was Raven who made her feel those things, but it hurt coming from Raven right now.  Ceara still wasn't over her, and she didn't know if she'd ever be.

She closes her eyes as he brushes the spot between them, and as he pulls back she moves to rest her ear in the hollow of his throat.  She can hear his lifeblood.

She is close enough she can taste it.  She could catch him off guard, clamp her fangs around his throat and let leak like a waterfall.  

It's enough to nearly send her into a panic.  She tenses, then pulls back to concentrate on anything but that.  There are a million questions she wants to ask him, but her tongue feels heavy in her mouth so she opts to explore what length of his buttersoft body is available to her with her nose.  When she moves the fur between his shoulders she can see the blue-brown undertones to it.  His pelt shimmered with every shade of the galaxies in the night sky.  You're phenomenal.