“Every inch of you was sent to me from heaven.”

“I can never go back from this, Bianca. It would break me to let you go. You know that, right?”

“You’re insane,” I told him, and stood up to dress.He hugged me from behind, pressing hard against me, rubbing his smooth chest along my back. He spoke into my ear, “Insane for you, my love.”

“You can call me Grandpa, if that does it for you.”

“You read me so well without me ever having to say the words. It astounds me. Perhaps we were made for each other. You're making me a believer, my love.”

“Yes, you scare me,” I told him, after a very long silence, while I processed his answer. “But I’m irrevocably fucked up, so you excite me in equal measures. I find it liberating, to let someone control me…”

“It makes me feel special. I find that I love it. I find that I love everything you do to me.”