I glare now, propping my elbow on the floor for support. “I’m a sex addict,” I tell him. Saying it feels good. “Maybe you shouldn’t be sleeping in here.” He rolls his eyes dramatically and plops back against the chaise. “I can handle you. I have a greater chance of getting raped outside this room.” “You honestly believe they’ll rape you?” He’s being ridiculous. “She basically already molested me, and guys can get raped too, Lily,” he says. “I thought you had to pee.”
