“I’ve been fucked more times than I could ever remember. I’ve been used, passed around.” He swallows. “But deep down, you think that no one in this world can give it to me the way you can. You think you know how to fix me, how to make me as good as you.” His finger brushes my bulge, trails along it as the corner of his mouth turns up. “You’re gonna have to prove it, because I don’t believe you.”
