oh you do smell good.
He looks at you like... like you're something to eat.
After all, how many ways can one heart be mangled and still be expected to keep beating?
You’ve never been a teenager, sweetie. You know what’s best for you.
And I started to cry again, realizing that it must be changing him, too, this man who was kind enough to be a soul but strong as only a human could be.
You should have seen his face when I started taking my clothes off. Priceless.