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I said and smiled at her. I sniffed around because I smelled something sweet and sour. “What is that? Do you smell it?” I ask her. She smiled suddenly then lifted the plastic of the tangerine that looked like she had been peeling a while ago. “I think this is what you are smelling. I've been peeling it since earlier so you can eat it later when you wake up but since you're now awake you can already eat them up. I bought it a while ago when a nurse came by. Your sister said to take care of you while they were away with your other brother,” she said then gestured for me to gape because she was going to feed me.

I just want to cuddle with Steffano upstairs, and of course, I am craving a certain food. Tangerine is in the midst of driving in her car when I stopped her and pointed to the small convenience store. She looked at me upon raising her brows but sighed in defeat when I started walking inside and found myself picking some unfamiliar junk foods and other kinds of stuff. “Seriously, Ghale? The great Euphoria Ghale Hudgens is eating that one?” Tangerine pointed the food in my hand with disgust, so my brow got furrowed, and walked away without minding her, towards the counter section. I smiled at the sales lady so she smiled back and checked the foods I placed on the counter. I could see from my p

Melissa took a tangerine from the bag, peeled it, and ate it while she spoke. Bennett asked, "Is it sweet?" "Try it." Melissa handed a slice of tangerine to her brother, who was driving. Bennett ate it. He smelled the scent on Melissa's fingers. "The orange flavor is quite strong. Your fingers smell like it." Melissa quickly sniffed her fingers, "It really does." Later on, Bennett drove while Melissa continued eating. She would eat half and then feed her brother the other half. Not long after, their mother called. "Melissa, where are you guys now?"

But getting lost in that comfort is extremely dangerous. I’ve fed from Skylar many times now, and I have to confess how much I love his orange tang. His brother River is salty, and weirdly like an ocean breeze. One might think blood is blood but not to me certainly. Not to a beast that runs all on senses in the most heightened way. This one literally smells and tastes like a fresh picked citrus of the best quality. I instantly think of the little sunflower tart that isn’t too far, and imagine I’m drinking from her.