do.” “Then what’s the problem?” “I don’t…” I swallowed. “I don’t know how to seduce you…or to give you what you want. I don’t know if I’m good at sex. I don’t know what it’s like to be with someone who wants me when I want them in return. I don’t want to fuck this up—whatever we are. I don’t want to disappoint you. I don’t want to disappoint myself. I want this to be as good as I know it can be. I want—”
