“I was afraid I might’ve lost my moves during my CS, but I’ve still got it.” “CS?” His abbreviations drive me nuts sometimes. I’m praying one of these days I’ll be able to figure them out on my own. “Celibacy stretch,” he explains. “It’s only been three weeks, horndog.” “Actually, it’s been…six months?” My eyebrows soar. “You haven’t had sex in six months?” “Nope.” A sheepish look fills his face. “Not since I met you.”
