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“He’s very handsome,” my mother says coolly. I blink at her. “Yeah, so was Ted Bundy.”
I roll my eyes and continue. “Women have to worry about all kinds of things. Should I wax? Do I wear the sexy panties or the ones that will hold in my stomach if we go for pasta? Is he going to think I’m easy if I put out? Will he think I’m a prude if I don’t? Is he going to turn into an asshole if I run into a guy friend? Is he all about that possessive big dick energy, and if so, does he have the equipment to back it up?” I stop talking, aware I’m babbling and also guilty of stereotyping.
His expression darkens. “If this was a real date, Miss Edison, I would put you over my knee and spank your bratty little ass for that.”
“You want to get your hands off my fucking wife?”
He growls. “That’s my girl.”
“What if I’m broken?” The words leave my mouth on a sob. He sighs, his warm breath dancing over my skin. “You’re not. At least not in the way you mean. But we’re all a little broken, Mel. It’s the inevitability of a life well lived. And it’s the pieces of us that knit back together that make us who we are.”
“I would die for you, corazón, so I’d sure as fuck kill and maim for you.”
