“I just want you to know that this isn’t a competition for me.” “What?” “This. Tonight. This whole weekend.” I tap my thumb against her inner thigh, swirling it in small little circles. “Despite whatever thoughts are brewing in that beautiful brain of yours, none of this is a competition between us. Sure, I’d like to make a good impression on our advisor, but that’s never going to come at your expense. You got that?” “Got it.”
