You want him because he's stronger. You want him because he's bigger. You want him because he's manlier.
The same day you and Bobby broke up was the same day you found yourself sitting on a curb with two trash bags filled with your clothes. Everyone said your twenties would be terrible. You just didn't think they would be this terrible.
You texted nearly everyone in your contacts for a place to crash. You couldn't go home. That ship had sailed long ago. You were shocked when the first person to text you was Miguel. Nothing happens for the first few days. Sure he asks you to cook for him and clean for him, but that's the least you could do when you're living with the man rent free. Yeah it's weird that he's always complimenting you on how pretty you are, but you like the attention. Especially attention from Miguel. As things start to escalate, you wonder why it's taken you so long to accept certain parts of yourself. You find yourself enjoying the way he talks to you and messes with you. You like the way he treats you. You want these things. You want him because he wants you too.