Mia was a virgin. It doesn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter. Fuck. It matters so much. That means something, doesn’t it? But as much as I want to believe it means I’m more to her than she says, I’m afraid it only reinforces what she hinted at the night of her birthday. She thinks what we have is like what her mom and dad had—the hot, fast-burning passion. The impulsive mistake.
