“It's good - the sex has always been good - but it isn't right. It doesn't set off alarm bells in my head, sure, but it doesn't send goose bumps across my skin, either. It doesn't make my chest ache so deliciously I'm nearly breathless. I don't feel urgent, or desperate, or too hot in my own skin because I'm so hungry for him. And in a tight gasp that Sean reads as pleasure, I worry that Elliot is right and I'm wrong and - like always - he's taking care of both of our hearts while I flop around, trying to figure it all out.”
Book:Love and Other Words