Well, shit.
Say something back.
Say anything.
But say something that makes complete sense.
“That’s what I'm sayin', Drew.
“I don’t wanna risk you.”
Alright… Not a lie,
but nervous about where this is heading…
“I don’t. I can’t. Hurting you? Breaking you?” I shake my head. “You think I can live with that? I can’t even risk the way you look at me. I’d rather never look into your eyes again than watch it change.”
Fuck—my heart's controlling my mouth, giggling,
while my brain's drunk somewhere.
“So,yeah—I’d play it safe with someone I could give two shits about before ever risking that.”
He stops, hand paused on my thigh,
eyes locked, mouth parted.
As if he witnessed a miracle and a tragedy at once.
When he leans back, his eyes comb my face,
checking to see if I meant what I said.
Then comes half of a smile. “Sonny.”
He laces our fingers together.
“I’m only gonna say this once.”
Then he lifts his brows like—baby, listen up.
“You keep talkin’ like you know what’s best for me. What I want… What I deserve… You wanna talk about what I deserve?
“I deserve the fuckin’ choice.”
He pulls my hand into his lap again,
collecting me piece by piece.
“It’s my fuckin’ heart, Sonny.
“My body.
“My soul.
“My sanity.
“Even my cock?—”
