“ Ben is the kind of guy that reaches into your heart and possesses it. ”
Sometimes an angel is found in the dark.
~ K. Webster
Believe what you want. He helped me. He protected me. He kept me company. He slept beside me. He saw me naked. He helped me orgasm. HE. LOVED. ME.
I do know the difference between right and wrong, but I just like the way wrong feels. It's an impulse, an urge more intense than anything else.
In that case, which would be the lesser of two evils—terror cabin with a psycho or beach estate with a weirdo?
