exhaled. “You’re the fourth man to ever touch me.” Her voice was a whisper. “Ever.” He paused, waiting for an explanation. “And I’m not just talking about sexually.” He stopped breathing. “There’ve been no uncles to play football with, no cousins to chase around the yard, no teachers or coaches to tap me on the shoulder for a job well done. You’re the fourth, Mitchell, and the only man who has ever given me pleasure.”
