“And while it is an intimate ritual, one that isn’t often done anymore, it is not always sexual. For some, I’m sure it becomes that naturally. And hey, to each their own. They’re consenting adults, and you do you, you know? I’m not going to judge.” “I’m not judging either.” He cocked an eyebrow. “You’re not?” “I’m not,” I insisted. “So, you’re interested then?” he murmured.
