She was either too young to know she was chemically altering us, or she was consciously choosing to connect—to strongly connect—us together. I wasn’t above being grateful even for the former, but I wanted to rub my temples across her shoulders, her belly, at the mere thought of the latter. It was calling something inside me, stirring instincts a gladiator wasn’t supposed to have. Not for one of her kind. Today marked the first day that I felt the thrumming in my soul.
