Starved for You

Darius

How many years had it been since I last kissed someone on the lips? Since I last felt this alive?

It was too many. Long enough that I stopped counting. Long enough that the memory of warmth had faded into something dull and distant. Long enough that sorrow became routine.

And yet a drunken girl walked into my hotel room one night, and cracked something open inside me.

It was like living in