“Kennedy,” he whispers, facing me. “I need you to use your words and tell me exactly what you want. Or what you don’t want.” “I don’t know what I don’t want.” “Okay. How about we have a safe word then? Something you can say when you’re feeling uncomfortable.” “I don’t want a safe word with you. I know I might be uncomfortable, but that’s the point of all of this. To get the awkward firsts out of the way.” “Well, I’d feel better if we had one. I don’t want to accidentally cross a line you don’t want me to cross.”
