I’m not scared of anything. I made peace with who I am and what my life would be like a long time ago because we have enemies, a lot of them. Jealousy and a desire to be top dog put us at risk daily. . . Yet standing in front of the most beautiful and broken girl I’ve ever known, I’m fucking terrified. What if I do something wrong? What if I’m too rough? What if I don’t pick up on her cues? I don’t want to fuck this up, but even more than that, I don’t want to fuck her up after what she’s been through.
