She is pensive for more than a moment, her eyes scanning me, her head lightly tilted to the side. Her arms wrap around herself slowly, and she seems to be weighing her words carefully. All the while, I feel like a feral beast, pacing around a closed cage, right before feeding time.
My throat feels dry and I can hear my heart drumming loudly in my chest, while my hunger buzzed wildly under my skin.
Her scent is madening. The memory of her body pressed against mine is shredding every ounce of sanity I had. The image of her bare skin exposed to me might have been something close to a canister of gasoline dumped onto a bonfire. A bonfire guided by instincts I didn't fully grasp just yet.
Her eyes are distant and I can see that she is trying to pull herself together while putting more dista
