“Touch me, he thought, and all he could think was: love me, and all he could think was: why I never prepare for this moment better? Look how I had all these years of life to ready myself for your arrival, and what I did with them? Wasted them on other women, and other ideas, and now you here, I not ready. He wanted to sit in front of her and have her tell him everything she’d ever experienced in all of her life.”
