"What?" Grant choked.
"Before you freak, hear me out." I examined his demeanor. He was nervous and confused.
He nodded. "Okay, yeah please explain."
"You care about me. I know it'll mean something to you. I know so many people who regretted their first time because it wasn't with someone who truly cared about them. I'm 22, it's not like I'm too young. You have a lot of experience. You can sort of let me know what to expect, maybe give me pointers and tell me what I did wrong. You're the only one I trust enough to do this with." I felt myself going all over the place with my speech.
"Give you pointers?" Grant looked at me, dumbfounded. "Rinnie, you've had too much to drink. You would've never said this sober."
"No, but I would've thought it."
He squinted at me. "What about us? What do
