“Sitting beside me, he gently pulls my sweatpants down again. Up and down like whores”
“You are pulling down heaven and raising up a whore”
“He lay down beside me, pulling me back to his chest and throwing his arm over me. “Mine,” he whispered in my ear.”
“Oh, where are my manners? Do sit down. Pull up a small child.”
“He scoots me off his chest and onto my back, then slides down beside me and pulls me against him. Still, his expression hasn't changed and he's staring at me like he wants to eat me. I sort of wish he would.”
“Hey, he says again, sitting down next to me as though he knows me well. “Need rescuing?”