"Holy fucking fuck, I fucked up."
"Gonna fuck you now baby," He muttered into my mouth.
Oh. Good. So good.
"Okay," I breathed. And he did. Up against a dirty brick wall, in a garbage filled alleyway home to rats and feral cats, while warm summer rain poured down over us. And it was perfect. Better than I'd imagined. Better than anything. The best. "
"Go to my fuckin' room if you're gonna cry. Last thing I need is weepin' females in my fuckin' club."