So far, Desmond and I had sex in three different places: my city apartment, the desert, and Mom’s house. Each experience was like floating in a river of ecstasy while repeatedly hitting hard against rocks of climax. It was a pleasantly rough ride that I was willing to go on again and again. But what more could there possibly be left? Was he only bluffing to convince me to get intimate with him right there and then? “We have already done so much. I can’t fathom what else could you ...