"I know," I replied with another smile. "I mean, I get it now. When I got to college, I was still this 18-year-old virgin who had never even been on a date."
"Really?" Catherine asked, wide-eyed.
I nodded. "The first girl who asked me out...I didn't even realize that's what she was doing. I just thought she was being nice, and I hoped we might become friends. She and her roommate sat me down and explained that they thought I was attractive." I shook my head, recalling how shocked I had been. "I still don't think I'm all that attractive, but I can accept I'm not the hideous guy I thought I was."
Catherine chose that moment to lean up and kiss me hungrily. "No, you are not," she growled. Then her mouth opened invitingly and our tongues wrestled playfully for a minute. Then her eyes narrow
