“You like that?” “Shut up.” “It’s okay to like it, East. You can be my good boy,” I say, testing the words again. “What the fuck are you doing to me?” He tries to turn away, but I reach out and gently cup his chin. “Kissing you. Gonna make you feel so good, and I know you’re gonna be good for me too.” And somehow I know, sitting here looking at him, that there’s no turning back now, and I don’t want to.
