“You can have a relationship that isn’t predicated on sex, Max. If you’re not ready, you’re not ready.” “I know that,” I say, flushing. “But…I wanted to. I just couldn’t. It’s so fucking stupid—god, sorry.” “I’ve heard that word before, Max,” he says wryly, and I smile at him. “And it’s not stupid. I have never heard anything less stupid in my life.”
