I was thinking about Jake .
More specifically, I was thinking about Jake and me. Why had he told me about his past? He'd glanced over a great deal, my gut told me, but he hadn't needed to tell me anything. Why had he ?
And why had I told him about my past ?
Because I trusted him, I realized. Because I trusted him, and I'd wanted him to know. I wanted him to understand .
And he had. More, he had cared .
But what did it mean anyway? And what did we have ?
It was more than sex...wasn't it ?