He makes sure Elizabeth knows how happy she makes him, sex or not

She was clearly self-conscious about this self-perceived “prudishness” on her part, but I understood better than anyone how emotionally messy losing one’s virginity could be, and I told her she had nothing to be ashamed of.

Elizabeth looked away from me, frowning. “But you’re actually getting to have sex with Amy and Corrine! I must be so much more boring compared to them.”

I shut her up by kissing her as passionately as I possibly could.

“Nobody—NOBODY—kisses me the way you do, Elizabeth. My brain spins out into another galaxy when you kiss me.”

I was too nervous tell her the full truth—that there was something else that made my time with Elizabeth so special. Much as I tried to shut it out and simply focus on how hot the girl was, I was always overcome with a strange, unexplainable euphoria when I was in her company. Sex with Amy and Corrine was a blast, to be sure. But just touching Elizabeth was pure bliss. Even doing something utterly innocent, like holding her hand.

I refused to put a name on this feeling, because I feared I already knew what that name would be, and it wasn’t a word I was ready to deal with right now. I tried with all my might to keep things between us on a purely “friends with benefits” level. Just like I was able to do with Amy and Corrine.

Still, I wanted to prove to Elizabeth just how happy she made me, sex or not.