“You think I’m turned off by a little blood, honey?” I point at him, and I hate that it’s the dildo hand I do it with. “Don’t do that. Not the honey. You know what it does to me.” “Turns you on. That’s good. I’m always turned on by you.” He wraps his hand around mine until my dildo is gripped tightly by both of us. “Period or no period, Lennon. I’m always fucking turned on by you.”
