"Well, the thing is, unless it is otherwise stated, there is this lingering question of 'how far will this go?'"
Aiden's breathing deepened. Evelyn noticed.
"We could be kissing, or using our hands, and everything can be getting incredibly... heavy. But when the girl asks if I have a condom, or goes to put one on me, it basically means one thing..."
"She wants you inside her."
He looked up at his mother, her eyes reflecting the flicker of the fire in the hearth. Aiden nodded.
"For a moment, there is this raw inevitability, this certainty of what will come next. All intentions are laid bare."
If Aiden was sitting closer to her, he would have seen the ripple of goosebumps as they traveled up her neck.
"I must be drunk. I can't believe I just told you that," he said.
"Are you drunk?"
