Everyone in the world wants something from me. Approval. Status. Protection. And they’re trying to hide shit, too. Failings. Weakness. Ambition. Not Una Hayes. She would like me to fuck myself, and she makes no effort to conceal the fact. It’d be adorable if I knew without a doubt that this shit ends with us mated like Fate intended. I need to put babies in that curved belly. I need her to smile at me. I need not to have fucked up the best thing that’s ever happened in my life before it even happened.
