‘’Who hurt you?’’ He repeats it and sits on the coffee table, uncaring about being completely naked and comfortable in his own skin. He stares at me with the same emotionless blank gaze and waits for an answer. There’s nothing behind those pale eyes except calm, and I was wrong to think someone like him would feel anything for a woman being broken and tearful. It’s not a deterrent, and he probably wants to get it out and over and done with, so I will open my legs and let him ...