I find it liberating, to let someone control me. “But I’m irrevocably f**ked up, so you excite me in equal measures. “Yes, you scare me,” I told him, after a very long silence, while I processed his answer. I just nodded, though unaccountably, my chest hurt a little. So it was as I had suspected, I thought, keeping my face blank. The day before I met you,” he said, and I felt him watching my face like a hawk. But if you want my information, you’ll give me yours.” “That damn shrug is the most infuriating thing I’ve ever seen! What does it mean? That you don’t give a damn, one way or another?” I shrugged a tiny shrug, and he cursed again. I don’t think that’s good for our relationship, to tell you that.” “When was the last time you had sex, before the first time with me?” I hated it, but I hated not knowing more. “What do you want to know about me?”Ī question popped immediately into my head. “Is this an information exchange again? Are we sharing?” I asked archly.
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