(And I'd still like to see the others freshies' reactions to Sam

I loved this line!“She made you beautiful, Sam,” he whispered.
I love this description. Sam is now in perfect focus.librarian_7 wrote: He’d seen the boy once, tousled with sleep, but then his own anger at the human’s presumptuousness had clouded his objectivity. Now, what he saw before him was a prime human, perhaps an inch or two below his own height, of slender but solid build. His dark gold hair was pleasingly sun-streaked, a little long, curling softly around his neck and threatening to spill down over his eyes. The face was almost pretty: wide-set blue eyes and a generous mouth. He was so freshly shaved that Josef caught a strong scent of the shaving cream over the boy’s obvious nervousness.
OMG! This is exquisite! The tension is unbelievable. The complex mix of emotions conveyed would have been beyond words for anyone else.librarian_7 wrote: “Take off your shirt, Sam.”
The young man raised his hands to the buttons of his shirt, then hesitated, looking up at Josef. The vampire raised his eyebrows at the implied hesitation, and gave a bare nod. Sam bowed his head to look at his fingers, fumbling with the buttons, as Josef stared at him. Sam’s hands shook as he pulled the tails of his shirt from his pants, and undid the last button.
He paused, gathering the courage to slide the shirt off his shoulders, but the choice was taken away, as cool fingers parted the edges of the garment, easing it back off his chest. He shivered, and the shirt fell to his elbows, the skin of his torso almost fully exposed.
“Relax,” Josef said. “Let it drop.” His eyes were growing warmer, more intense than Sam would have believed. The boy turned his head away, blond hair falling into his eyes, but it did little to hide him, and he knew it.
Arrgh! You're breaking my heart!librarian_7 wrote: Sam looked up through the strands of his hair, his blue eyes glittering with tears, his mouth twisted. “I loved her, and she ruined me. And threw me away.”
Again with the descriptions. Velvet and satin, how perfect. Scars really do feel so much smoother than the surrounding skin. Well done.librarian_7 wrote: “Yes, sir—“ Sam paused and smiled for the first time, shyly. Josef marveled at the difference in his face. The boy could be damned appealing. He’d only meant for this to be a taste, a ritual submission of the freshie to the vampire who held his contract, but this was stirring him unexpectedly. The velvet of the boy’s skin, crossed with the satin ribbons of his scars, drew Josef’s fingers to move steadily, the warmth of it like a drug to him.
Maybe Sam isn't falling, but I am.librarian_7 wrote: As the fangs slid into his skin, seeking the vein, the blood that would bind him to this vampire, Sam arched his body against Josef, crying out with the welcome white hot pain of entry. This was familiar, this was home for him, and he pressed closer, seeking to feel the flood of his blood into Josef’s seeking mouth. Sensation fell over him like a curtain of warm rain, his hands clawing at Josef’s back with the rawness of the experience. His world narrowed to awareness of Josef’s lips on his throat, and he cried out with the pain of loss when it left him, too soon. Still straining against the vampire, he felt the lips replaced with the slow steady strokes of Josef’s tongue, cleaning and sealing the wounds, soothing his racing pulse back to normal. The cold arms around him never slackened their hold, and if he felt his head spin, he had no fear of falling.
Delicious!librarian_7 wrote: “Was it acceptable, sir?” Sam asked, the title of respect tasting like a term of affection in his mouth.