“What’s there to be sorry for?”
“I’m not used to being told no when it comes to s*x. It’s normally the other way around.”
“You’re that good at it, aren’t you, that something as simple as the word no — and not because I didn’t want you — is something you can’t fathom someone saying?”
I hoped he was referring to my being good at s*x and not my ability to make him feel bad enough that he relented to my demands.
“Well, yeah. It seems even I have a fragile ego. I thought it was only men whose egos could be bruised.”
I needed to lighten the moment, make it seem like no big deal after all.
“As for being good at it, for someone who was a virgin not that long ago, you’re not so bad yourself.”
He kissed my forehead and disappeared, leaving me to wonder if I’d been right or wrong in pursuing m
