i could smell him , almost taste him-the sweet chocolate mixed with the familiar but very slight scent of the day 's sweat . the men sat there , leaning toward each other , speaking in whispers , in their own world . it was nice but not filling . chapter five how long did it take to write in a damn diary ? `` i was the same way ; everything smells nasty and turns your stomach . '' `` the other morning , why did you shift to human and get into bed with me ? '' 