“You do like sex, after all.” “Did I say that I didn’t?” “No. Just…” I chew on my lower lip. “Amanda said you never looked like you missed it.” “Because I didn’t.” I swallow. “Do you think…After this is done, do you think it’ll be harder for you to go back to not having it?” “Serena,” he says, deliberate, level. “None of this is about sex.” “Then what—” “You. This, all of it, is purely about you.”
