It's not surprising. Part of me was expecting it. Three years isn't enough to completely erase something so ingrained. It's a part of me that'll probably never be wiped clean, and all the scumbags and assholes of the world -- anybody with a hard cock -- fuckin' flock to it like a goddamn moth to a flame.

Teeth bared, there's something incredibly stupid surging up on the tip of my tongue, but thankfully, Tom's there and Mike jumps in before I can step forward and cheerfully claw the fucker's eyes out.

Not too long ago, I probably would've let it happen, but there's no fuckin' way I'm letting him touch me.

Stepping back between the two of them, I don't say a word, but the look I give them all is startlingly clear -- I'm spoken for. Back the fuck off.