Alessandra Hazard

“It’s like a fucking disease,” Andrew said into his chest, barely audibly. “Something empty and wrong inside me. I feel like—like a river without water. The world feels so off without you, and you’re the only thing that makes me feel whole.”

You had my cock in your mouth,” Ferrara said. “Seeing my ankles shouldn’t make you faint.”

“I find that I dislike living in a world where you do not remember me.” Something rueful and self-deprecating appeared in his telepathic presence. “Apparently, I am that selfish. I need you to need me.

Therefore, calling your… love for me unrequited is not accurate. It is very much requited.”