it’s just sex. Let’s not make it a bigger deal than it is.” “It’s not sex,” Selena said, staring at him from behind the couch, her voice quiet but clear. “Excuse me?” Connor said, whirling a bit to find the new speaker. “It’s not sex. It’s rape,” she said, and with that word, I felt the strangest, biggest rush of relief wash over me. Finally. The word.
