"I know and I shouldn't think I am because Hans keeps telling me that I'm not. I've just had shithead lovers who have fucked me for money and my looks then dumped me out on the street like trash."

Bjorn fell silent as he listened to Rekker's words and held the ginger closer. As for the glitter getting everywhere? The Swede giggled softly and wiped at his damp eyes causing his eyeliner to run everywhere. He kissed Rekker's chest and sighed. He wasn't worthless because this man wanted to marry him. Wanted him to live with him forever. No one had ever mentioned marriage to him before and it was a bit overwhelming to deal with in one go.

"Are you sure you'll be able to put up with my slutty, bitchy ass for eternity?"

Looking up at Rekker, Bjorn drew little circles on the Brit's chest, smiling fondly.