Well, everyone that was telling me to move on has to eat their words, because I bent myself backwards to do it.
I am going to hate myself when I wake up, so I am avoiding going to sleep. Avoiding the inevitable.
He didn’t ask for much in way of approval. The blissful ignorance of a handsome and preposterously well-endowed man, to ask nothing and try everything.
NO. (Don’t put your hand on my throat. )
At least he listened to that.
I proved…something? What a mediocre victory.
I am going to go shower forever.