C11 Eleven

NIKKI

A LITTLE while later, I went downstairs and sat on a barstool by the marble island in the kitchen while Damon poured milk into my glass. I picked up the sandwich and took a small, cautious bite, and chewed soundlessly. Damon settled on the chair in front of me and ate his food. Afraid that he might finish first, I nibbled a bigger bite.

What the hell was I doing? I felt like a robot