“I’ve spent the last three years sleeping with girls who aren’t Magnolia Parks because I’m in love with Magnolia Parks.” My heart breaks a little because I think, probably, it’s the same for Christian. “It’s not just about the sex.” Ballentine elbows me gently. “You mean more to him than that.” “How do you know?” I blink, my eyes too wide and hopeful.15 He shrugs, leaning back into the chair behind us. “He’s never once told us what it’s like with you.”