His eyes flash. “I don't want to see you ever leave this room without it again, do you understand?” “Whatever Mal, just chill out man.” My heart races. “Don’t call me Mal, my name is Malcolm. And I said do you understand?!” He looks fucking wild. “Yes, I understand,” I say. “Why the hell does it matter to you anyway? You don’t give a fuck about me, right? Other than as a way to get your dick wet.”
