“So what?” He questions angrily, “You spend two minutes whoring it out with an Official on the side of the house, and suddenly you’re too much of an outcast for me to understand?
“Because I crave your love,” he says, his lips grazing over my nose, “and want no one but me to be able to know you like a map,” he continues, his hands moving along my curves, “I want to paint your body with my lips, and know your every want,”