As long as I've spent in locker rooms over the years, I've heard all kinds of boy talk. Not so much at Samwell where Shitty was always around to snap at guys who got too close to sexist, but still. I know how some guys view sex. I know how I view sex.

There isn't a single part of me that doubts Jack means what he says is the thing. It's been months since we started officially dating and he's been nothing but wonderful the whole time. And patient.

That's probably the biggest turn on of all.

"Do you remember yours?" I ask him, brushing my fingers down the curve of his jaw and neck. He's still laying over me, a heavy, comfortable weight as I let out a low breath. "Was it good?"