The word hit me like a physical blow. Hearing that word "d**k" come out of her mouth—the girl I had watched grow up—it made my stomach flip.
"Angel, stop," I said, even though my voice had no strength. I reached down and gripped her wrist, intending to move her hand, but my fingers just stayed there, pressing her palm harder against me.
Fuck!
"Yes. It is, Angel. Now let go."
But she didn't move. She shifted her head on my thigh, looking up at me with those wide, clear eyes. "Then why is it like this? It’s so long and stiff. It’s stuck right beside your leg like a piece of wood. It looks like it’s hurting you."
I swallowed hard. Truly, truly… it was hurting, and I wished I could tell her that only she was the only antidote to soften this wood.
"It’s... it’s just something that happens
