“Mickey, I love you!” I was now yelling. “And I love you,” he ground out. “Since that’s the case, I want you to have it all.” I threw up my hands. “I have all I need.” “I want you to have,” he planted his hands on his hips and leaned toward me ominously, “it all.” “Why?” I asked shrilly. “When I have everything I need.” “Because you’re worth it.”
