“I hate you. I hate you so much,” I cried. Shane didn’t say anything. He clenched his jaw as he stared back at me. “Is that how you like it?” I asked.
“Oh, Adea,” he groaned. “I’m a sick man but I’ve tried to be good for you. I’ve tried to be… I’ve tried to be something I’m not. You’re so innocent, so precious. As much as I wanted to soil you, tarnish you, dirty you, I can’t.”
“Is that why you haven’t taken me yet?” I asked.
“It’s one of the big reasons.”
We didn’t say anything more that night. We didn’t mention it and we didn’t mention the women but after that night, Shane never touched me again. Sexually at least. He didn’t take anything and didn’t give any. We cuddled, we snuggled, and we held each other but after that night it was as if we’d pulled apart. Stayed apart. As soon as
