“Yes.” I knocked his hand from me and sat back on a sun lounger as we left the harbor.
“You never used to.”
My eyes travelled the skyline of the city we’re slowly leaving behind. “I never planned to, but my job changes people. It pushes your limits and broadens your horizons in what is sometimes the most effed-up ways possible. That’s just how it is, and when you stand in front of enough men who only want you for one thing, you accept sex for what it is. Fucking.”
“You don’t need to talk about yourself in such a derogatory way.”
“Why? That’s what it is. I don’t have sex with these guys, George. We don’t make love. We fuck. After a while, you accept your job for the blunt reality of what it is and it filters through into the rest of your life.”
