Page 220 of Psycho Pack

Can smell her scent spiking.

See the need in her eyes.

We sit up on the cot.

Ivy between us.

She turns to Thane.

Kisses him deeply.

I watch, fascinated.

The way their mouths move together.

Soft.

Passionate.

Different from how I kiss her.

Can't kiss like that.

Not with my teeth.

But I can touch.

Can worship.

And she likes when I do other things.

Likes when I press my teeth on her skin.

Can't believe she liked that.

Can't believe she looks at me like that.

Like I'm not a monster.

Like I'm beautiful to her.

It makes me brave.

I can be gentle.

She's teaching me how.

I lean in.

Press my face to her neck.

Inhale deeply.

Careful of my teeth near her throat.

Her scent is strongest here.

Honeysuckle and sunshine.