“No. I can't let you break my heart. I don't have much of it left.”

“I can’t let you break my heart. I don’t have much of it left.”

“I love you so much," she whispers. "I love you so much. But I can't. Not right now.”

“I don't think I'm ever going to let you off my lap," I tell her. "So I hope you're comfortable.”

“I don't want to start over again," she says slowly. "I like what we had. I don't want to re-do it. I love you, Pax. But I don't know if I can handle it if you leave me like that again. You shut me out and i couldn't help you. That's not what people do when they love someone. You ripped my heart out and stomped on it.”

“I couldn't remember if I thanked you for what you did," I tell her. "And I can't get you out of my head.”

“I enjoy the vibration of the sound against my lips, the heat of her breath against mine. Everything is visceral now, an explosion of sensations and my vision blurs. She is soft and I am hard and I rage against her, taking her over and over until her eyes glaze and her screaming stops. Her heart is pounding against my chest and her body is so very fragile. So I break it.”