“Quinn…” He hesitates and looks at the joint in his hand. “I’ve been hurt a lot in my life. Let down a lot. I rarely let people in. I know I’m vague and seem like I don’t give a shit… but I do. If I could give you me right now, I would. But it would be fragments of me. I’m fucked up. And you deserve everything. So if there’s some fucker out there who can give you that and make you cum… who am I to stand in the way of that?”
