She moans, though her eyes are still closed, and wriggles underneath my hands. I’m horrified to find that it’s a little erotic. Ugh, I can’t be thinking this way.
It calls to me the way that hunger does when you’re starving, as if everything will be all right if you can just find food. She is my food, my water, my shelter.
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