“No, Sunshine. I’m not afraid of you hurting me. You’ve got it all wrong. I’ve just got nothing to offer. Nothing that would be good for you. A shit-ton of baggage, for starters. But if I were ten years younger, you wouldn’t be walking out of this bedroom without me touching you. Tasting you. Doing all the things I wish I could. But I’m not going to. We’re in different places. So, you’ve got to trust me on this—” I let out a long breath.
