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108 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 15, 2016



Sometimes I defy Jonah. Sometimes I fight him; he likes it as rough as I do. But today he’s demanding submission, and that’s what I want to give him.


..., the past isn’t the past. Jonah can’t put it all behind him; it is a part of him, every day he lives. He finally opened up enough to tell me how he fears poisoning every relationship, that he has trouble believing he can be good for someone.

Movies and ads tell us the cues will be big and splashy: kisses in the rain, public avowals of passion, an enormous diamond ring, even a gift-wrapped Lexus in the driveway. What I know is, if you can wait in bureaucratic offices alongside another human being and then stand in line with him for hours, sometimes without air conditioning, and never once regret being by his side? That’s love.

We do not love the desire we share. But we love each other, and together we’re learning how to own this—our rape fantasies—so that they will never again own us.
“You’ve changed me. You’ve saved me.”
“It’s a Mobius strip.”
“Love can turn two dimensions into one?”
“Maybe,” Jonah says. “Maybe it can.”

