I wake up to warm sunshine and the feeling of Giovanni’s massive arm draped over me. It’s like a security blanket, and for the first time since I can remember, I don’t want to immediately get out of bed and get my clothes on.
For so long I’ve been forced to share a bed with Matt—to sleep by his side while he tried to convince me to give myself to him. Despite the fact that he is an enormous bastard, he never forced himself on me. He said that he wanted me to “come around” and that one day I would, and that was the only way he would be able to actually enjoy having me.
Those nights were awful. Trying to get to sleep with that monster by my side was bad enough, but the mornings were more unbearable—waking up with his arm around me, his stink all over me, his morning wood pressed into my bu
