“But you need to know that there’s a whole other side to me. A side that doesn’t submit. I’m not just one thing.” My eyes flick back and forth between his, curiously trying to decipher him like a complicated puzzle. “So, what else are you?” He licks his lips. “I’m my own fucking man out on the streets. That means I get pushy and assertive and I claim what I want, when I want. But behind closed doors with you in front of me, I fucking give myself to you because, bloody hell, it feels right. I can be two things. Understood?”
