"Thanks, it's never a cliche if you're sincere." I notice you checking out my legs. I pull one foot from your grasp and slide it up your arm to rest on your chest. I can feel your heartbeat under my toes.
"Was she your first?" I ask. "Who was the one in a rush when you were together?"
"Was she your first?" I ask. "Who was the one in a rush when you were together?"