“I woulda been gentler with you. Treated you more careful. If I’d known.” “I know you would. That’s why I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want you to be only careful and gentle. I wanted… to feel it.” “And did you?” He’s holding my eyes with a slanting look. “Yeah. I did.” I pick at the sheet. “Did you?” “Yeah. I did too.”
So awkward
