REX: I can handle a boy for one night, but I can't hand over my heart again.
By day, I make cupcakes.
By night, I make boys beg for my firm hand.
When Slate stumbles into my life, I'm captivated.
He's twenty years older, clueless about the scene, and he bulldozes the walls I've built to contain my primal urges.
I live my life as two halves of a broken man.
But if Slate is my boy, can I be whole at last? SLATE: I wish I could find a Da.
| Rex | I can handle a boy for one night but |
|---|---|
| Slate | I wish |
