I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and stand within the same motion pulling Tori's legs to be at my hips. Her body going limp, the lids of her eyes half-open. "You needed that," I say, rubbing my hands up and down the outside of her thighs gently. I would wait until we both had cleaned up; I felt a tinge of guilt now seeing the dried blood still on Tori's face. But the way she'd reacted to seeing my kitchen triggered something within me. I immediately imagined her laid out for me like a feast, and I went with the impulse. I chuckle to myself, thinking back on how anxious she'd been about someone seeing us through my large window. Obviously forgetting that I'd said I lived on three achers. I didn't have neighbors close enough to see anything. "We need to clean that cut and get
