I glance at his claw. “How messed up am I if what I need, desire, and want is a monster?” “I’d dare to suggest that your ability to overlook my monstrous parts makes you far less messed up than many.” I stare at him. “No. See. I’m not overlooking them.” His head tilts. “I’m attracted to all of…this.” His brows rise. In order to clarify, I say, “Smash.” It takes him a moment to understand I’m referring to smash or pass, but the second he gets it, red plunges up his neck and out along his pointed ears. “Oh.” He presses the back of his hand to his mouth and averts his eyes. “Well.” “Just so you
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