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41 " I remember one of the few (awkward. Oh God, so, so awkward) sex-centered conversations I had with my mom. It was right before she… died, and she’d caught me checking out a guy while we waited in line at a store. She waited until we were in the car, thank God, before she said anything. I felt her worry long before she said anything.“Don’t ever… give yourself to someone you don’t trust, Meda,” Mom finally started.I’m pretty sure I had a bratty comeback regarding the euphemism “give yourself”. Probably paired with the classic snotty-shit eye roll I’d managed to perfect in my fifteen years on earth.She ignored me like the brat I was, and kept talking. “When you sleep with someone, whether you know it or not, whether you want to or not, you give them a little piece of you they can break.”I had another dismissive comment on the tip of my tongue, but there was something in her voice that stopped me. Something dark and sad. Something that scared me enough to shut the hell up and just nod. She’d turned toward me. “You may think you’re different, but you’re not.” Her eyes grew distant. “Trust me. "
― Eliza Crewe , Crushed (Soul Eaters, #2)
42 " How much longer?” Then I lift a brow to let him know I was screwing with him.Some might call me a “tease”, but don’t believe it. “Tease” implies that I owe him something, that I should feel guilty. As if my flirtation is forced on him and he merely tolerates it for an eventual pay-out. That’s bullshit. We both have goals in our little game; why should his goal (sex) take priority over mine (to mess with his head)? Is it because he’s a man?In that case I must object on principle. Superhero Meda establishing gender-equality one almost-kiss at a time! "