Narelle was silent for a while as she soaked into the puddle of her saturated instinct, pulling her, sinking further, deeper into the haze of her hunger pangs intertwined with her lust. She tried controlling her breath and she didn't use her nose, she breathed in and out through her mouth, so she could prevent taking a whiff of her roommate's scent. But doing so made her feel like drowning for some unexplained reason, panting; she covered her mouth in an attempt from muffling out the sound of her heavy breathing. A shiver whacked her whole body from the cold crawling on her back. It was a different type of cold slither on her spine; hollowness. The signs alone were enough to cut any indecisiveness in her thoughts.
Reaching out without staring ahead of her she grabbed Elliot's forearms. "
