This deep and abiding need you have to be wanted? Your fear that worshipping me will always leave you sad and slightly unfulfilled? The sinking certainty that you’re going to end up doing whatever I want, no matter what you have to lose? The aching dread that you may never again feel the gentle, nurturing embrace of reciprocal love because someone you barely know has completely shaken your understanding of what is possible between a man and a girl?
It makes me hard.
So your disgusting desperation doesn’t repulse me; it actually makes me desire you.
Isn’t that sweet?