“Have you made love to other girls?”
“Some,” he admitted.
“I mean—really. Actually.”
“No.”
She hesitated. “Me—-either.”
“I know,” he nodded, his head moving against her dark hair. “That, I always knew.”
“With things like this, and you going away…”
He said, “Nix.”
“I always felt,” her voice faltered and went on, “I mean, if anybody else but you, Chuck—was—the first one—I’d hate that.”
“I’m agin it, myself.” She could feel his jaw set.