“You could be not okay with me. I don’t give a fuck,” he continued, and leaned in. His hot breath hit the top of my spine and moved along it. His lips traced silent words on my shoulder. “I don’t care if you’re crazy. I don’t care if you’re sane. It doesn’t matter to me. I’d play with you anyway.” “How romantic,” I managed to get out. “We can be the most touching love story of the psych ward together. Let me up, I’m freezing my nipples off.”
