Conversations we 'd had before about what our erogenous zones were led me specifically to that area . The fingers of her hand closest to me began tapping in rhythm to the almost sacred waltz of " Your Hand in Mine " . My eyes drifted to hers , which darted away quickly to the top corner of the ceiling as she began to bite her bottom lip .
Answer the following question: What do these two probably feel at the moment ?

They feel as if they 're attracted .

He knew better . He knew . All it took to keep him from repeating the pitiful plea for an end was a backhanded slap , the cold rear of her palm striking the side of his face hard enough to silence him temporarily , the werewolf dazed and cowed by the simple blow , one he was all too familiar with , one he knew better than to struggle against . After that , he swallowed down as many of his intimidated , wordless appeals as possible , kept himself from trying to writhe or thrash or buck under her .
Answer the following question: What may have been her reason for slapping him ?

She wanted him to stop talking .

I ran to the bathroom and proceeded to rinse my eyes out with water forgetting that I still had jalapeno on them ! ! That made it worse . I groped around for the soap and furiously washing my hands .
Answer the following question: What may have happened during their situation ?

They had gotten jalapeno spices in their eyes .

I was in high school , but I was a vampire who had to hide it . ( Twilight much ? ) I was pretty much Edward in my own body - I was fast & could read minds . I did n't feel any need to drink blood , though , but for some reason , I still knew I was a vampire .
Answer the following question: Why did I have to hide the fact that I was a vampire ?
Others would be scared .