“Have sex. I know it probably seemed like I was inviting you in for that, but I don’t think I can. Sorry.” “Okay.” I’m not really sure what to say, and I feel a little bad even though I’m not entirely sure why. “It’s not you,” he continues, still looking at the wall and not me. He’s running his palms back and forth over his boardshorts as though nervous. “I just…” “Aren’t into it,” I fill in, and watch as his shoulders slump. “That’s okay. Do you…do you want me to leave?”
