I might have a very disturbing question.
Teenage crushes...they're absolutely normal, right? To see a man in a movie, or on TV, or at a sports game, or whatever, and he kind of... catches your attention. He makes you feel flushed all over. He makes you crave his body on yours. Makes you daydream about him.
Pierro Rush has always been my teenage hero. And I don't think it's normal for your teenage hero to hold you against a wall and bury his face between your legs. That seems unlikely. Impossible. Shocking, even. So can I be blamed for my brain short-circuiting for a second there?
Pierro Rush stomped out of my apartment like I insulted his mother. He acted like I slapped him, not like I... like I...
Like I fell apart in his arms. Like his touch rearranged pieces of me, somehow, deep ins
