He left, and yet, the next night, I found myself waiting out here just in case. He came to me then, too, and I told him my rules. “If you’re going to fuck me, you better not be fucking anybody else. The moment you do, it’s over between us. Permanently. And if you lie to me about it, I will cut your balls off.” I’m sure that Bohnes understood me. We ride on the same wavelength, this dark twisted siren song that makes us both just a little unstable, a little bit violent. So does he like me? I don’t know. I don’t even care. I’m such a sucker for a fuckboy psycho.
