"It's not about nice. I don't want them to love me or even like me, that's just messy. It's just for the fun. Why not have fun with trash?" He would rather fuck a shitty redneck that have to deal with love and feelings and how complicated that all got. The idea of love was both enticing and horrifying in equal measure and even thinking about it made his stomach drop weirdly.

With an amused snort, he looked at Bobby from the side and had to smile. Even if it split his busted lip back open. "It ain't about royalty, moron. You're handsome, you're strong and you fucking care. That's the bleeding jackpot. Why else do you think all the girls in town want you?"

They were practically scratching at each other for him.