“So? What did you think?” “About having sex?” “Mhm.” “It was okay,” I say, and he groans into my hair. “Nora.” I giggle and sling my leg over his. “You once told me you didn’t have a fragile ego!” “I lied.” “I suspected.” I kiss the skin exposed by the open V of his button-down. “I liked it. A lot, a lot.”
