Nora Phoenix

“But if you’re with someone, don’t they deserve to know everything about you?”

“Deserve? No. That implies a right, an entitlement, and I don’t agree with that. Do I think it’s healthy to talk and share important events in our lives? Absolutely. But I won’t demand it from you, and neither would I want to feel obligated to share everything with you. It’s a privilege and an honor, but never a right, not even in a relationship. People still deserve a modicum of privacy.”

he needs this on a much deeper level. He requires it to forgive himself for fucking up so he can move on.

“I understand why you word it like that,” he finally says. “But I don’t like that you think of yourself as difficult. You’re not. Your identity doesn’t change that. Not the gay aspect, but neither does the submissive aspect or anything else you discover about yourself. You’re valid and good the way you are.”

Most addicts prefer the term sober or in recovery, since clean sounds like an addiction makes you dirty, but yes, I am

“Hi,” I say and I step in for a quick kiss on his cheek.
“Hi.” He hesitates, then gives me a sort of pat on my shoulder. Fuck, we’re like two awkward teens on prom.

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I don’t know what he is, but he’s so much more than my enemy, my coworker, and even my pretend-boyfriend. And I want him to be even more. I want him to be everything

“What do you want, baby?”
The term of endearment makes my heart stop for a second. He’s never called me that, ever. And I can’t do anything else but surrender. No more fighting. He’s won. But I won, too.
“You. I want you. All of you.”
He smiles. “Baby, you already have me.”
“Then show me.”