“I’m, um,” she says. She looks at Chloe on the bed. “I’m gonna need to take it slow.” “That’s fine.” “I’m not saving myself for marriage or anything, if that’s what you’re thinking,” Shara adds, so defensive that it sounds like a lie. “I’m just not ready for the other stuff.” Chloe’s brow furrows. “I wasn’t planning on doing any other stuff?” “You weren’t like … expecting that?” “Did you think I was?”
