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All of Rob’s dirty clothes were on the floor of his closet, if they made it that far.
She found her panties at the bottom of the bed and slid them on, and then she curled up next to Rob, pleased when he wrapped an arm around her.
When they’d first starting sleeping together, she’d always been nervous after sex because Rob seemed so vulnerable. She’d been afraid he’d start sharing feelings or something, but he never had.
Now she wished he would.
She wasn’t expecting for him to say he loved her. She just wanted to know more about the deepest parts of him, the parts he still kept hidden. It felt like he was holding back on purpose, and she didn’t want him to.
Not anymore.
Things were different than they’d been when she first met him.
It was still fairly early in their relationship, though, so she shouldn’t reproach him for anything. He’d put up with a lot of frustration from her, waiting for her to finally be okay withtaking their relationship public, so she had nothing to complain about.
She wanted to say something now, get him to open up a little, but decided it wasn’t the right time. She’d lie here and enjoy being with him.
She let all the remaining tension drain out of her body and told herself that everything was good.
Rob had had good sex before. He’d always liked sex, and he’d never been afraid to try new things. But sex with Allison was better than any he’d ever had, and what they’d just done had completely blown him away.
He was hot and tired and really just wanted to go to sleep, but Allison obviously wanted to cuddle, and he had no real problem with that. She’d never been annoying after sex, like some of the women he’d been with. She never wanted to talk endlessly or break down everything they could have done better.
He really wouldn’t mind lying like this with Allison—for the rest of his life.
He was almost asleep when he felt a shift in her body. Not much. Just a slight tightening. “Y’okay?” he mumbled.
“Yeah.”
“Need to go to the bathroom?”
“I’m okay.”
Something didn’t feel quite right with her, although he couldn’t identify what was triggering the feeling. “Tell me,” he demanded gruffly. If something was wrong, he wanted to fix it.
“Nothing’s wrong, Rob,” she said in a clearer voice. “I was just thinking.”
“About what?”
She hesitated a moment before she finally asked, “So you really haven’t had sex like that before?”
“What?” he asked, lifting his head briefly. He was startled and disturbed by the idea that she thought he was naturally rough in bed and that that was what had upset her. “Do you really think I’m some kind of caveman, going around and fucking random women until they scream their heads off?”
“I didn’t scream my head off.”
“Uh-huh.” He was distracted enough by this to smile a little.
“All right. I might have screamed a little.” She rolled over in his arms so she could lift her head and look down on him. “And I know you’re not some sort of rough caveman. I was just wondering about your past.”
He suddenly realized what she was asking and why she was asking, and his heart started sinking painfully. He’d just been appreciating the fact that she wasn’t like that, that she didn’t have conversations like this after sex.
“You really don’t want me to go into detail about how I had sex in the past, do you?” He tried to make the question light, but it came out a little defensive.
“No.” She sighed. She was sitting up now, with her legs folded beside her. “Of course not. You don’t even have to tell me about the sex. I just want to know something about how things were for you before I met you, and you almost never tell me anything.”
“That’s not true.” His postsex enjoyment was seriously disrupted now. He was annoyed and impatient and tightly anxious underneath that, like something he’d been ignoring was about to be revealed. He stretched out on his back and gave her a cool look. “I talk about my life all the time.”
Something flickered across her face, like she was regretting bringing up the subject at all. But instead of acting on the feeling, she straightened her back and went on. “You talk about school, and your parents, and your job, and all of the friends youhave. You’ve never told me about your past relationships in any detail.”
