shi se xing ye (Appetite for food
and sex is nature.)
Omi liked oreos. They were bad for him--
American food, filled with chemicals and fat. He liked to twist them
apart, nibble off the sweet cream filling, set the cookies aside for
later.
Omi was not innocent. He looked like it, wide blue eyes
and blonde hair, but when he shoved Brad Crawford up against a wall,
it wasn't an innocent's mouth that bruised Crawford's lips.
Omi
tasted like sweet cream and melted like bittersweet chocolate.
Crawford never had a sweet tooth. But Omi had enough for the both of
them. He was ravenous.
