“You’re lucky you had Brenda.” “I am. She loved me when no one else did.” Lex slides his hands up my chest. “Do you love her, William?” “How could I not?” “Yeah, I know. I so fucking know.” We’re silent for a while, the movie playing in the background, his hands moving up and down my skin tenderly. I can practically hear his mind churning. It’s always moving, always plotting. What does he want from me right now? “I had no one,” he replies suddenly, his words just whisps of letters and syllables.
