“It’s just me and you. And I’m tired. Tired of this…responsibility you’ve decided to put on yourself. To be my surrogate brother when all I ever wanted was a friend. You’ve decided it’s your responsibility to boss me around. To make sure no one touches me, when guess what, Teddy? No one asked you to take on those responsibilities. And here’s the real doozy, my friend.” I pat his chest, ignoring the feel of his tense muscles beneath my palm. “I want to be touched. I want to be kissed. To be fu––”
