You’ll tell me you don’t… but you already think you know what my story’s about.
Just like the people sitting in this courtroom.
She asked for it. That’s what they keep saying.
It’s nothing like that. It’s because of what I like and how I like it.
If I’d known it was going to end like this, I never would have gone home with him.
But he’s the type of man I just can’t say no to.
I dreamed of running my fingers along the rough stubble on his jaw.
I craved his hands on me, pinning me down.
I needed to whisper his name in the dark, late at night.
He’s innocent and I enjoyed every second I was with him.