“I remember what you told me on the car ride up here. How sex moves too fast for you. How you don’t have a chance to find your rhythm, then it’s over. I was planning on taking my time anyway.” They breathed hard against each other’s mouths. “I don’t want to be in the same category as every punk who blew his chance with you. I want my own category.” “I . . .” “What?” “I want my own category, too. With you.” She seemed a little surprised by her own admission. Like maybe it worried her that she wanted something that her brain told her was too far-fetched. It wasn’t. “You already have one,
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