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"But I went looking for it," Cory said. "I wanted to feel out of control."

"You did well," Marcus said. Like it was a fact. Like it wasn't up for debate. love junkie sub

Cory looked at their joined hands. At the calluses on Marcus's palms from the ropes. At the steady, patient way he held on. "But I went looking for it," Cory said

Marcus nodded slowly. "I know. And we're going to talk about that. But first—" He set down his tea and took Cory's hands. "First, I need to know if you're safe. Not physically. Inside." Like it wasn't up for debate

"Okay," Cory said. "Small."

It was like a fever breaking. For years, Cory had been chasing the hit—the swipe, the like, the three a.m. "you up?" text, the first kiss that tasted like potential and bad beer. He’d call it romance. His friends called it a problem. His last ex, a gentle man named Paul, had put it more bluntly: "You don't want a boyfriend, Cory. You want a fix."