Intro. \- No clinging to the neighbors, I said, staring at the refrigerator so empty that even the echo seemed hungry. - We need to go to the market. I'm still human, remember? I need to eat to breastfeed our son.
Aleksander appeared behind me like an arrogant and beautiful shadow. With dark hair still messy of the afternoon nap, open shirt in the chest, red eyes semi -communicated as if the whole world was a personal discomfort.
\- I also need to feed, "he said, brushing his nose around my neck. - Only my diet is more… carnal.
\- No, Aleksander.
\- Just a little.
\- I'm talking about the fridge.
\- Me too. He smiled at my skin, his hands already venturing around my waist with lazy familiarity.
\- The market. Now. Or I will bite you, not the way you like it.
He retreated with a dramatic grunt.
\- Humans… always putting food before pleasure.
\- Humans need to live. Remember? Breathing, nutrition, these basic things.
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