“I’m fucked up.” The admission comes out choked, making me hate that I’m not being the strong man he thought I was. “I’ll never be normal. I hate body fluids and the sound of loud chewing. I move shit around if it doesn’t look like it’s in place. I didn’t even know what a prostate stimulator was until I searched the internet. I overanalyze everything and hum the fucking birthday song when I wash my hands. I’m not a gentleman, but I’m yours, if you want me. I’d be honored to be yours. Lucky. So damn lucky. I’ll never hide anything from you again.”
