“Fuck, Trevor, I don’t know. My head is saying not to rock the boat; we need her just like you said. A bigger part of me is out of control and has been since the first moment I saw her. At first, I thought it was just lust. I needed to get laid. I’m not so sure anymore. I want her in my bed, but I feel like I just might want her, all of her, and it scares me.”
chat are men usually this honest?
