“I don’t get it. I have demons, too, you know?” he said. “I’m not the squeaky-clean bastard she thinks I am. I can be a horrible person, Summer.” “I don’t believe that,” I said. “I’m selfish,” he replied. “We all are.” “Me more than most.” That was the last thing he told me before his mouth descended on mine. We slept together.
Oh so both of y’all can go straight to hell?!
