“You’re incredible.” I’ve heard those same words so many times, but the way she says them, they sound more genuine somehow. Like this isn’t about my body at all. Sex is easy to me; I’ve been a quick study since I was far too young. Hockey is even easier, and I’m better than most because I work hard beyond how much comes naturally to me. But outside of that? I’m… nothing. I’m a fucking failure at using my brain—anything beyond the physical is pointless for me to even attempt because I’m nothing when I’m not using my body. But… this feels different.
