I desperately want to talk to him, ask him what his intentions are, because even though I’ve been a more-than-willing participant in these one-on-one orgasmic interactions, I also know this is not who I am. I’ve never been the girl to sneak around and search out pleasure, and only pleasure. For me, sex goes hand in hand with intimacy, with a relationship, and even though Arlo makes me feel out of this world, his refusal to let me touch him, hold him, kiss him . . . it pains me.
