Of course, my descent back into thrash would be weird for him, too. My need for blood, sex . . . all of it, had increased. I was ravenous as if the void inside of me had grown and was begging me to fill it. The only problem was, I couldn’t tell him that. He’d ask what had changed, and then I’d have to explain everything to him. I was not ready for that.
WHY NOT. omfg.
