“What are you thinking about?” I stiffened. Oh, gods, I’d likely been projecting. “What do you feel?” “I don’t know.” He sounded confounded, curious. “I…I taste sweetness.” His brows pinched. “It reminds me of chocolate and strawberries.” “And you don’t know what that is?” “I don’t,” Ash said, frowning.
HE DOESNT KNOW WHAT LOVE FEELS LIKE OH MY GOD THATS ENOUGH OF THIS SICK AND TWISTED BULLSHIT
