His Mate Or His Step-Sister
At that moment, I would have taken anything I could get, just to fill my emptiness.
I grasp the vibrant blue fruit, its shape similar to that of a perfect pear, and pull it down vigorously from the sturdy branch of the huge, green tree. It finally comes free, the stem slipping from my fingers as I hold the smooth, cool surface in my hands. Without hesitation, I take a generous bite. The juicy flesh bursts in my mouth, and my eyes widen with surprise and delight—it's incredibly delicious. Unable to resist, I continue to indulge, plucking more of the bright blue fruits from the tree and shoving them into my mouth with increasing enthusiasm.