“Let’s get something perfectly clear. I’ve passed through a lot of hands on the way to yours, Simon Perilini. I’ve been locked in boxes, closets, rooms, and towers. I’ve spent days, weeks, months, not even knowing which way is up or down, and I’d forget my own fucking name before I forgot the most important thing of all.” I brush my lips against the red welt on his jaw, pressing my words into the tenderness of it. “You never need to remind me who I belong to.” I pull away, deliberately letting my knuckles graze the hardness bulging from his sweats.
