Chapter 34: What’s Really Wrong
I cry when it’s over, like I did the first time he ever entered me. Then I had felt empty, used, the moment he pulled free—Matthew was the first guy I ever had s*x with but Dan was the first to make love to me, and the wild, uncontrollable lust that consumed my body when he was inside terrified me to tears when we were finished. They scared him too, my tears, because it was the first time he ever saw me cry. In my bed, our bed, we were sharing it by then, he held onto me until the storm passed, his legs entangled in mine, his arms around my shoulders, his face buried deep into my hair. “Shh,” he murmured, over and over again. “It’s okay, Michael, shh, I love you, it’s okay.”
I love you, as if that alone made everything better. But it worked, my tears taper
