“She doesn’t need your protection,” he tells me. Rose sways in his arms, tipsy. “She knows who I am.” “So you’re okay with that then?” I ask Rose. “He’s going to fuck you, and then he’s going to be out of here. Does that make you feel good, Rose? You’ve waited twenty-three goddamn years to lose it, and you’re going to give it to a guy who can’t even fucking admit that he loves you.”
