She looks at me now like I am a thing that she wants, a thing worth having. I have been a wanted thing before, many times – it doesn’t mean anything if you don’t want the person back. Before her, I was only ever preyed upon. Now I feel I am worshipped. I feel chewed up and savoured. Even with her teeth sunk this deep in me, she is not claiming me, she is only showing me that she wants to be a wanted thing too.
