“Bash?” My fingers pick nervously at his shirt, just over the small of his back. “Yeah, sweetheart?” “Are you––it doesn’t bother you?” “That you use dildos? No, I told you. I––” “No, I mean… that I used to date Anna.” “Nah.” He leans his head back, forcing me to look at him. “I’m kind of glad she fucked that up so badly. I would have had to steal you from her.” His dimples pop, and it punches at my guts so hard I can’t look.
