“I’m the guy who’s a nightmare for a girl like you.” My thighs squeeze around him again and my arms creep up and I wind them around his neck. “Why?” “Because I’m empty,” he says with clenched teeth and punishing hands on my waist. “I’m hollow. Because whatever I had, I gave it to her. Whatever fucking love I had, she used it up and threw it away. She took it and flushed it down the toilet, understand?”
