“W-what’s up with you and the yogurt anyway? Why’d you eat it like that?” “Like what?” “Like you’re some weird fucking yogurt sex maniac.” He smiles easily. His eyes glint. “I’m not a sex maniac.” He lowers his voice, tucking his chin to his chest conspiratorially, looking up at me with those big baby blues. He hesitates for a second, then says, “I’m a virgin.”
