“I need you to know that if you ever tell me to stop, I will.” I freeze, processing his words. No one’s ever said that to me before. Every guy who’s touched me has treated my body like it was something to use. As though it were theirs to take whatever they wanted from it. I draw in a tattered breath. Memphis didn’t have to say it. I’ve known I was safe with him ever since he took that nail out of my foot. But the fact he did means more than he’ll ever know. “I’ll never tell you to stop.”
