“I don’t know if it’s right, but this is…” His mouth flattens. “You are exactly what I wanted.” The skirt drops, forgotten. “I think…” He’s so rarely hesitant, or lost for words, I almost don’t recognize his confusion for what it is. “I’d imagined it a lot. Ever since I became aware of sex, before I had a name for it. And I’d hoped that it would feel good, but this…I just didn’t know it could be like this.”
