"I'm not that wise," he said, pulling me to him so I leaned against his shoulder.
He didn't challenge the "young" comment. Looking at our ages objectively, one could practically accuse me of cradle robbing.
I sighed and snuggled into him.
"It means nothing, you know. All that stuff I do. I don't even remember their names."
"I know. You've told me. Although . . ."
"What?"
"Sometimes that's not exactly comforting. Sex isn't supposed to be about 'nothing.' I don't really like the idea of you being with guys you don't want to be with. Even if you're technically my girlfriend . . . I'd rather you at least liked what was going on."
