“Oh my god,” Bea muttered with a sigh. She should have expected the correction, but there was no way she was giving more of reaction than that. no fucking way.
She never would have guessed those were the types of women that were most attracted to Ty, but she took him for his word. “You could have been me, attracting all the self involved assholes,” she replied. “Just because I liked beautiful shit they figured I’d fucking love them.” And the few guys she had allowed herself to get seriously interested in had turned out not to last. She’d also been at least one of her friend’s experimental fuck before he decided he was straight-up gay, and the worst part of it was he hadn’t even been the worst fuck she’d had. “Nothing gets as old as repeating the words ‘not interested’ about a million times.”
“Exactly.” Too bad it only sometimes seemed to work that way at Sing Sing. Leadership wasn't always taken at their word; too many people with too many opinions and/or not enough trust in the people in charge.
Bea smirked as she watched Ty do all he could to keep his eyes open. "I'll always take a knife over a gun close up." Easier to get into eye socket than the barrel of a gun. "Still carry that blade down in my boot," she tapped the leather lightly. Before Ty had taught her how to shoot she'd relied on it as her only weapon; not foolproof, but she'd managed.
"You want me to go so you can sleep, Sleeping Beauty?" she asked, taking pity on the way he was fighting to stay conscious. It wasn't like she couldn't have a conversation with him again, once he'd caught up on his rest. Even if she'd rather not let him out of her sight for a little while longer.