I’m sorry I’m slow.” <br />He brushes my hair over my shoulder. “You’re not slow.” <br />I raise an eyebrow. <br />“I’m serious.” When he sees I’m unconvinced, he rubs at his stubble and starts again. “I don’t want you to give any more than you want. What makes this special is that you’re into it. The moment you aren’t, that’s where I become a bastard for asking for more. I’m telling you, I’ve got no problem taking it slow.