Her eyes widen greedily as she pops the golden clasp to the heart-shaped velvet box and licks her lips. Inside the teeth are lined up in that same heart-shaped formation. Waiting to be plucked. Her finger glides over them, until she picks one, her thumb and forefinger taking it and lifting it to her lips before she pops it into her mouth.

Most people only know the feeling of a loose tooth when they lose it, but she loved rolling them around between her teeth. She allows herself time to skirt the tooth across her own teeth before she crunches down on it, a little sound of enjoyment leaving her.