There are some that I care for, that I would do this with. That I would offer more of myself, were they to ask, or less, if they wished it of me. I do not know the proper measure to give, how much is acceptable, how little is cruel. I know only that I crave... Something inside of me. Something I have not felt before coming here.

[ Like this; with Matt, the gentlest of touches feels right, feels warm, and she can let herself sink into his body. There is confidence in it, trust in it, knowing that she can lean into him, and he will hold her, will be sweet with her despite her cruelties. That she might kiss the scars her own fangs left, and he would forgive her for it, time and time again.

Truly, he is too kind a man for her. Too sweet. Too genuine. But he comes to her all the same, and is tender with all that he has. It makes her yearn for more, worrying the inside of her cheek with her teeth before she sighs. ]

I had not had it, before now. No one had touched me, nor loved me, wished to have me. I fear to trust it, for if it was taken from me...

[ She squeezes her eyes shut, feeling heavy with the weight of it. ]

I think... I truly wish to be loved. I do not know how. I was not formed well for it.