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“We?” she squeaked. “You still want to help me?”
“Hell, yes. I said I would and I’m going to. Especially if you can’t think of anything that brings you pleasure outside of food and sex.”
“I just… I’m pathetic.”
I shook my head and reached for her hand, grabbing it before I thought twice about the way touching her would zip up my arm and go straight to my d**k. The demanding fucker perked up to get closer to her, and f**k if I didn’t want to let him go all in. Literally.
“You’re not pathetic,” I whispered, struggling to keep my voice from betraying how desperate I was for her. “You haven’t had to think about it. You haven’t had time. I’ve been single forever. I’ve had to figure out ways to entertain myself.”
“You dated that one woman a few years ago. Megan? Mandy?”
“Missy,” I prov
