‘It’s not general,’ I say. I need her to understand. ‘I’m not ready to move on—I can’t think of anything worse than dating.’ She frowns. ‘Then what the fuck were you doing in Alchemy?’ ‘It’s specific. To you. No matter how fucked up my home life still is—and believe me, it’s a total shit show, no matter what it looks like from the outside—my brain is so fucking full of you I can barely hold it together. All I can think about is doing unspeakable things to you. The whole. Fucking. Time. So for the love of God, please stop fiddling with your hem, because I can’t look away.’
