The Taster by German Jordy
No prints, no names, no eyes that remember him. Just a whisper of a touch where it’s least expected. A blink - and he’s gone, carrying what cannot be seen: body heat, a scent, a stranger’s second of surrender.
Later, alone, he savors every stolen fragment. Fetish? Talent? Curse? He doesn’t know. He only knows he has no one but he has everything. And no one will ever realize that, in the crowded rush hour, they were his whole world.
