“But… I guess I’m trying to understand what’s in it for you. You’re going to teach me and give me pleasure. You say you’re going to give me everything I want. But what about you? What do you get out of all of this?” Chase stops walking, and I realize a few paces too late. I turn around to find him watching me with an incredulous expression. “Do you really not understand?” he asks. The way he asks is not mean, or cruel, or condescending. It’s more… disbelieving. “What do I get, Parker?” He steps closer. “I get you.”
