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She was once intimately familiar with the urgency of hunger, the cold squeeze of it. It made her sharp, focused for hours—before it drove her to distraction and self-devouring.
This starvation is sweeter, but just as obsessive, just as sickeningly rewarding. A glimpse of a taut stomach, the flash of a kind smile, and Allison's world narrows down to want.
She plays better when she runs on the burned fuel of her own desire, and she's only ever not empty when she's winning. So she tucks the imagined taste of Renee’s sweat behind her teeth and calls herself full.