Jesse walks me home at that, despite the fact that both of us are clearly hungry for more than we got. I wonder, as he whispers goodbye to me and I step through the back door of my little cottage, what will happen when I’m ready to take the next steps in our relationship. I would have gone farther with him today, if he’d allowed it. Not all the way—I won’t be ready for that for a while longer, I’m sure—but farther.
But what about him? Despite his denial that he’s a gentleman, I know he is. And he’s terrified of having a bastard child, to boot. I still have an IUD in that’s going to last me another five years, but even if I managed to explain that to Jesse, something tells me it wouldn’t be enough to convince him to sleep with me. Is he a virgin? Is he planning to wait until marriage?
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