“I can’t sleep, boy,” I told him, smoothing both hands over his head now. “It’s not so complicated for an animal, is it? Why can’t the things I need be basic?” Or physical? I wanted to fuck. I wanted it slow, feeling her fear, her desire, and her mouth giving back what I gave to her. But I needed her mind. “It’s all in my head,” I muttered. The control. The memories. The knowledge that our bodies betray us, and it was the brain that was the prize. That the mind knew what we really wanted, not the body.
