It was what you had learned: Men won't love you unless you're pretty.

So, you became pretty. A little bit of lipstick, a little sweetness.

And letting them do what they want. Let them kiss you, touch you, do what they want—because that makes them stay.

Dallas Winston was use to relationships that were mostly one-might stands, but this was something different. There was a desperation to be loved and appreciated, baring everything you had like a fruit.

Who had taught you, you were rotten?