I don’t know why I feel a little awkward with him talking about someone else’s boobs, but I do.

“Is that, uh, something you look for in a woman? Piercings?”

“Nah, that’s a superficial requirement. If she has piercings, that’s just a pleasant surprise. I wouldn’t fuck someone just because of that.”

“Oh, you, uh, you wouldn’t?”

He shakes his head. “Now, I’m not saying that I haven’t made a mistake here or there, but for the most part, before I fuck someone, I have to have a connection with them, you know? Can’t really go after the empty vase. The woman needs some substance to her.”

“You don’t find a man who says that very often.”

He shrugs. “I’m not like every other man.”

That’s for certain. I’ve come to find that out very quickly. In fact, their parents did a great job raising their boys. It stands to reason that Wilder would be as good a man as his brother.

“What about you?”

“Oh, um, I’ve only ever been with my ex, Matt.”

He turns. “Wait, really?”

I nod. “Yup. Just him. We met in college. That’s when I lost my virginity, and yup, I’ve only ever known sex with him.”

“That’s…kind of sweet in a way.”

“Would have been if we didn’t end up getting a divorce. Now I’m a twenty-nine-year-old who has only ever slept with one man. I mean…what if I do it wrong?”

“Probably not the case.”

“Could be the case, as things definitely petered out toward the end of the marriage.”

“That doesn’t mean you were doing it wrong,” he says. “That just means that you two weren’t compatible anymore. Having compatibility with your partner is really important. Without compatibility, there’s no urgency to want to fuck each other.”

“Yeah, there was no urgency at all. He barely even looked at me in the final months of our marriage. He was more invested in his online gaming than in me.”

“Sad,” he says. “Because you’re far more fascinating than any online game.” My cheeks heat up as he turns to look at me. When those light gray eyes connect with mine, he says, “His fucking loss, another man’s gain.” Then he stands from the ground and stretches out before dusting his butt off. “Okay, I think it’s time for bed.”

“Yeah, sure,” I say, unsure what to do with myself after that comment.

“I think I saw a toiletry bag in the bin.” He rifles around and then pulls out a bag. “Yup. Here’s a toothbrush and some toothpaste. Oh, and some biodegradable toilet paper and hand sanitizer. I can get the sleeping bags set up while you take care of business.”

“Thanks,” I say.