Hostile

by Nicole Dykes

Lube up for me. Get yourself nice and slick because I don’t want to go easy. I want to feel your tight heat around me and hear you scream for more.”

I grin, something that’s so easy for me now.

I still consider myself demisexual, but the specific label hasn’t mattered to me in a long time, because once I was with Grayson, he’s all I needed. He’s all I’ve ever wanted.

My family, they’ve loved me, no matter what, since I’ve known them. I should have trusted them, but I can’t change that I didn’t do it then. Now I do. They loved me, and I just had to let them.

Because when you’re offered love, even if you don’t trust it at first—when they show you over and over again they love you, you just have to accept it.