Elle
"I want you to teach me about intimacy."
"Teach you?" His eyes form a questioning line.
I nod. Suddenly it feels like I'm not even prepared to have this conversation and should've spent my time creating a presentation to convince him.
But between being angry at him and having him press me up against the wall and apologise, the thought hadn't crossed my mind until right this very moment.
"Yes, teach me," I repeat. My voice softens with my rising panic as I nervously toy with the fabric of my sleeve. The confidence I'd mustered to begin this conversation has now almost evaporated, but somehow I find just enough of it to press on and not run away in embarrassment.
"When you say intimacy, do you mean..."
"I mean s*x, Aaron. I want you to teach me about sex." Heat douses my face at
