I sat down on the bed and ran my hand along the comforter. “I know we’ve already…” We’d already made love every way there was, and I still dreamed about him making love to me again. “But I was thinking we could go a little slower this time?” My voice rose, uncertain. “We should get to know each other”—You should get to know me, see if you really like me, if you really want me—“and figure out how all this works—”
