Left to Right (Belated Valentines)“I’m hungry.” She stated bluntly.She had been propped up on his chest for some time, taking in his touch, his energy.But she wouldn’t dare take in his eyes, it made her sick. Sick with desire. Direct contact was more than enough. If I don’t look at him, she thought, maybe I’ll be able to keep my appetite.She always thought there was something in a person’s touch that you could disconnect from, but the eyes held some other wild, profound sentiment. They haven’t grown enough together to allow entry; to feel his warm hazel eyes pierce her dark, cold gaze...to puncture her heart. She felt it once before, the first time they met, she will never forget. It felt like a billion pins and needles were pricking her ocular nerves, moving downwards like a slow and painful torture; needles perforating her heart, making it jump and dance attempting to scurry away from the jabs.“What exactly are you hungry for, Leto?