“Have you been with anyone since we started hanging out?” There was another tug in my chest, because suddenly I knew this was what had kept her awake. “I mean…” She winced. “I know it’s not my bus—” “No,” I said. “It’s okay. But the answer is no, I haven’t.” She eyed me warily, which kind of hurt. But I understood. I knew my reputation preceded me. “Look,” I said, touching her cheek. “In the interest of total transparency, I haven’t been with anyone whatsoever since you and I started talking.”
