“At this point, I’m starting to think the violence is foreplay for you.” “We both know that’s not what I like.” “It’s not?” He stepped closer, encompassing me in his warmth and scent. “Come home and teach me what you do like.” Home. The word pulled at me, and I faltered. I felt my body slip as if I were taking a step forward, as if I considered it, as if he was my home. But no. I was doing it again, letting him get in, letting him distract me and make me feel.
