I’d never shared a bed with a guy before, and not that anything about this felt sexual, especially since I couldn’t even breathe without him berating me for it, but it was…more intimacy than I’d had in years. I never dated, never had, and didn’t hook up. Sex was one of those things that pissed me off because it all seemed fake. I hated fake, and I hated forced obligations, so I hadn’t indulged. And I sure as shit hadn’t shared this bed with anyone.
