“You scare me,” I admitted, closing in on him with purpose. “But I want to face you anyway, because you make me want to face everything that terrifies me. You’re married, and I… I’ve tried to care. I mean, I’ve tried to still care. But no matter how hard I try, your marriage doesn’t stop me from wishing I was in that empty space you spoke about, and it doesn’t stop me from blowing my load every fucking chance I get from just thinking about your sinful voice, or your dark moods, or the way you surprise even yourself when you laugh.”
