” She matched my lowered, almost bedroom voiceI leaned closer, put my finger on her chin and lifted her lips to mine. She met my lips softly and we ...held a kiss that sent electricity down my body. It felt so intimate in that moment. She shifted closer to me on the seat, and we continued to kiss. Her tongue gently pressing against my lips and our kissing became more passionate. I could feel her breathing intensify as she slid closer to me. Her hand on my neck, she pressed into me. I could feel. That part might need explaining: I am an entity who has been alive for eight thousand years, I am getting a bit less active than I was. For all that time, I have feasted on the emotional energy of people, especially their emotions of lust and desire. In ancient Mesopotamia, I would inhabit a temple where young women came to be deflowered, feasting in the shock of discovery as they first took a man inside of them. Over the years, as society changed, I migrated, finding my sustenance in. Her lack of trust in almost everyone has prevented even the most eager guys from getting too close. I'm sure that there's thousands of dollars of therapy potential laying in wait for some mental health professional down the road. Maggie is her one close friend, and by virtue of my relationship with her, I've been allowed to get pretty close.We all have a pretty good sense of humour, so as the girls were getting up to go out I didn't think much of the next comment out of Leah's mouth."Maybe. ‘Please touch me.’ you would say, and I would see the pleading surrender in your eyes. And I would touch you, your body so soft and warm I couldn’t say no. I would kiss your shoulder and collarbone while you ran your fingers through my hair, leaning into me. Your body would call out, pleading for more of my touch, which I would gladly give. ‘I need you.’ I would hear you say. I would pick you up and carry you to the bed. Laying you down, I would move my body on top of yours, kissing you again.