A weekend of Challenges And Confusion

"They give good head?" I asked sarcastically. Is he really going to go into details about his sex life to a girl he's just told he's crazy about and who is scared of having sex? Does he actually not have a clue?

He choked on his laughter, and shook his head. "No, Angel. The reason I went with all those girls was to try and get over you. I wake up next to you every day. You send my mind and body into a frenzy. I can smell your hair when I close my eyes, or I can imagine how your hand feels when you lay it on my chest. It kills me every day to be so close to you, but be so far away," he said, shaking his head and taking a deep breath, looking at me hopefully. "I thought maybe if I met someone else that I'd be able to stop thinking about you, but it didn't work. Nothing works. When I'm with them, I wish it was you. When they laugh or talk, I can't help but compare it to your voice or your laugh. It's always been you; it'll always be you, Angel."