“I have to tell you something,” I say, squeezing the pillow to my chest and staring at my toes. “I’m…” A coward. I take a deep breath and try again. “I’ve never been with anyone. Like at all. Well, I’ve done a little. But not much.” “Oh,” is his response. It hangs there, that infuriating little syllable. Like a wisp of smoke growing larger as it fills the room. Then he drawls, “I was a virgin too, once.” I jab him with an elbow. “It’s been a while since I was with a virgin.” Another jab. “I won’t tell anyone that you came too fast.” I swing the pillow at his face.
