I've only known him for a few hours, but I feel like I've known him all my life. “Maybe it's a feeling of gratitude that I feel for him. Maybe it was because I didn't listen to my morning desires in the morning and now they were speaking. But I can't hurt anyone with an innocent scratching of my hands,” I justified my behavior in my mind. I gently sharpened my sharpened nails over his skin on my palms and forearms and marveled at the effect it had on my rescuer. I can't explain it, but the more my rescuer liked it, the more excitement permeated my body. So I gathered my courage and moved my swirling nails higher.