Who Tastes Better
Language: en
Ever since I was a child, I have had a bizarre biting fixation. Ross, my childhood best friend, was the only one who knew, and he willingly offered himself up to satisfy my cravings. When we were little, it was his wrists. As we grew older, my teeth migrated to his shoulders and the curve of his neck. [Don't you think he absolutely detests this?] The cold, mechanical voice echoed in my head just as I pulled back from Ross's shoulder. [Look at how tightly his brow is furrowed, how fast his breathing is. He looks like he's about to cry from pure disgust.] I looked down. Ross's eyelashes were…