“Wow,” I mutter. Then she leans forward and looks into my eyes. “There’s nothing wrong with being submissive or selfless, but you have to know your own boundaries before you can expect anyone else to respect them.” I lean toward her, mirroring her position so we’re only inches apart, hovering over our drinks. “What if you don’t know what you want? Or who you are? Or what your boundaries are? What if…you love someone and you want to give them everything they need?”
