“I don’t think screwing around is going to help us, Dex,” she murmured. “It’s the one thing that helps me always.” “Right.” She gulped, and her eyes seemed so innocent as she asked me, “How?” “How what?” “How does it help you?” I saw the blush rising to her cheeks. And then she cleared her throat. “I haven’t… Well, I haven’t experienced any of this before.” Jesus, I wanted to corrupt the fuck out of her. I wanted to be the one to stain the blank canvas that she was, make her my own and only mine. It wasn’t healthy though. “I’m aware you haven’t,” I ground out. “So, well, maybe you could help
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