I might've ruined any chance I ever had at a meaningful relationship when I decided to become a male prostitute at eighteen, but that was okay.
I paid off my mom's debt, the rent, my sister's hospital bills. I put food on the table and kept eviction notices at bay.
It was worth it.
But was it worth the price of my soul?
Two years later, this job has begun to kill me in every way but physically, until SHE comes along.
Reese is the breath of fresh air I need. She makes me smile, she makes me laugh, she makes me want more. But how can we ever be together after all the choices I've made?
Listing one mistake after another, these are my confessions and how we came through to the other side.
