"I want to feel held," Cory whispered. "And I want to feel like I don't have to earn it for five fucking minutes."
Cory started to feel solid. Like a person instead of a wound. love junkie sub
"Okay," Cory said. "Small."
Cory wanted to argue. He wanted to say that quiet want felt like death, like boredom, like the proof that he was unlovable unless he was performing. "I want to feel held," Cory whispered