Why the fuck are you so desperate?” She sank back to her heels, the mere inches giving me infinite space. “Well, that’s an easy question. I’m glad you asked.” She trailed a finger down my chest and my cock jumped as though it were the flute of a snake charmer. “Because when I was ten years old, I met a boy. I hated him. But I needed him like my veins needed blood. He broke my leg. He broke my patience. And eventually he broke my heart. But there hasn’t been a minute that’s passed that I haven’t loved him with every single broken shard.”
