What good had Shiloh’s body ever had to offer?
What good did she have left?
What was sex, anyway?
She’d told Cary once that it wasn’t magic. But that had turned out not to be true. Sex was a magic Shiloh couldn’t master.
And he would know some of this—she would have told him!—if he would have takenfive minutesto talk to her about it before he proposed.
They should have had sex first, and then Cary could have decided. She would have given him an out.
She’d still give him an out.
There were teeth marks on Cary’s shoulder, but Shiloh hadn’t broken the skin. She rubbed them with her thumb.
Ryan had drawn the line at biting.
Where did Cary draw the line?
Shiloh still felt de-staticked. Simplified, like a fraction. Cary was kissing her with his serious face. His hard-charging mouth. Shiloh felt swept along by it. She wanted to be.
Cary pulled away. He kissed her cheek. “I promise I got better at this,” he said.
“I don’t think I did,” she said, taking her chance to be honest.
“You don’t have to do anything but feel good.” Cary kissed her ear, then her neck. Then her shoulder. He squeezed her hip. “Tell me what you like.”
“I don’t want to,” she said.
“Why not?”
“Because then you’ll do it.”
He kissed her shoulder again. “Right...”
“And that will be it. I’ll never figure out whatelseI like.”
He pulled back to look at her face.
“I think there are a lot of things Imightlike”—Shiloh was still trying to be honest—“that I don’t even know about.”
He nodded. His tongue was in his cheek. Thoughtful, not angry.
“I feel like I don’t knowanything,” she said.
“Don’t get wound up,” he whispered.
She touched his chin. “We should probably do this a few times and then revisit your brass tacks. You don’t know what you’re getting into.”
“Shiloh, can I ask you a question?”
“Yes.”
Cary looked very solemn. Like he was bracing himself. “Are you attracted to men?”
“In general?”
“Yeah.”
