You feel pretty ,manly to me," I breathed out, all jelly-legged with half-mast eyes.
"And you feel like a woman worthy of a fight, Ms.Greene.

Yes, Mel. That's exactly why I left without explaining. Because I think about you before I think about myself. Always remember that, Little Ballerina. Always.

I think I like you," I muttered, pressing my face to his muscled torso in a hug. I felt his heartbeat under my ear.
"I think I like you back.

Why the anchor?"
"Because sometimes, it's nice to feel like there's someone who can save you.

Because that was the problem with society. It cared too much about who you fell in love with but never about why. The why matters.

The way to Braden's heart is through his dick. It's just wrapped up in latex and usually between some girl's legs.