The dining room

The Thing POV

I woke up feeling pain all over my body, but it's good pain, because the memories of why I'm like this are wonderful, I've learned what pleasure is and I think I'm addicted. It's just a wonderful feeling.

Now I understand why so many seek to satisfy themselves, without caring about the rest and I was used to that so that others would be happy, but I don't think that's going to happen anymore.

The smell of him is still very strong, and I honestly don't want to get up, I just want to stay in this bed, smelling our mixed scents and feeling so good about it, until I feel my stomach make a noise, and I make an effort to move. As soon as I put my feet on the floor, I raise my head to hear the sound of a door opening and see him coming out of the bathroom, drops of water still running down his muscular chest, a towel around his waist and one in his hands wiping his hair. I can feel my mouth getting wet and my body getting hotter.

"Hmm... You've barely woken up, and you're alre