“I’ve only had sex with two people,” I blurt out. “I only sleep with people I care about.” If he’s surprised, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he cups my cheek, kisses me softly, and says, “I’m sorry I can’t say the same. But I can tell you honestly if I only had sex with people I cared about, I’d be losing my virginity tonight at the age of twenty-seven.” Surely that can’t be right. There’s no way I’m the only person he’s ever—
