Dario’s point of view.
“Nooooo, I’m not listening to you.” He refuses vehemently, and the stupid part of me wants to keep asking questions until I get my answers- answers that the logical part of me wishes to be repulsed by, but before I get to say a word, he jumps closer to me and covers my mouth with his hand and looks at me pleadingly.
“Shut up. You don’t want this. And I’m trying to control myself, but don’t push me. I'm just a poor human, Dario. Besides, you will regret it just like you regret what happened that night. And I’m feeling guilty as it is. I don’t want to mess you up more than you already are. And believe me, if you think that the blowjob was awesome and you doubt yourself, if I f**k you, you won’t handle it. And I don’t want to do that to you. You want your life back, a
