It seems that the men inching closest to my heart are the ones already halfway on to somewhere else. Because when morning comes, no matter what happens between us, underneath the sheets, you will still have that flight to catch. Let me keep you at a safe distance while I indulge in self-sabotage. Your body on my bed, your heart tucked neatly in some other corner — a thousand miles away — where you belong.
Excerpt, Confessions of a Boy Toy
