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#17 – Food
Cain looked at his food with concentration, his mind frantically demanding he find out if his now hung over colonel knew that Cain had thought about kissing him the night before; the man was all knowing after all and could smell fear.
A/N:
I am decidedly a bad person, not because I slept with my x who is now my roommate's boyfriend, but that I don't care. I don't want him back and I don't really care if she finds out. So this is what I have become? An animal of feral pleasure but with no connections to those around me. Do I really just want physical gratification?
I blame being rejected by the first girl I confessed having genuine feelings for. Now I appear to be this unstoppable wild force that cares not for heartaches or heartbreaks but only to fill that empty space within me with whatever I can find of substance.
I have now entered the danger zone named of 'emotionally fucked.'
-rix