"Yes," I answer though, honestly, I don't even know what I want to ask.
"You said you wanted to be a part of my life," he says, moving his hands to encompass the room. "This place and what goes on here is a large part of my life. I wanted you to see, before you made your final decision."
I do want to know more. I've only ever read about places like this. But that's not what bothers me right now. It's the nonchalant way he's suggesting he'll just replace me with someone else, if I say I don't like it. The fact that I think I might is not even factoring in right now.
"And if I change my mind?" I say, before even following my train of thought to the end.
He's staring at me, his eyes bright again, like vast fires are burning inside him. But he's not saying anything. And I can almost see so
