“You’re right,” he says. “I know it’s confusing. Fuck, I barely even understand it myself. But, I meant what I said that night in the locker room. I don’t want anyone else to hurt you.” “Except you,” I whisper. “Yeah, except me. It’s fucked up, I know that, but it’s just how I feel. I can’t explain it. Just the thought of someone putting their hands on you, hurting you, it makes me wanna punch something.
