Men like you aren’t made, though, Tanner. Men like you just are.

“He lifted his hands to his face and rubbed, muttering under them, “Fuck me.” I …”

“You’d always shine through,” he muttered and now he sounded sleepy but I was ag…”

“I needed to get to Fortnum’s, hang with my friends and be in my normal. That wa…”

“What?” I asked, deciding to go with uppity. “Enjoying yourself?” Hank asked, hi…”