Spiritual UnionChapter 15
"I'm not going to call myself Henrietta," I complained loudly. "Henrietta is the name you give a chicken." "Fine, you come up with the back story then." Trish sighed, snuggling against me with a smile. No, we hadn't. Not really. We still slept together, and we kissed, and there had been a little touching, but when we started getting right down to it, I had frozen. Panic, nerves, I don't know, but Trish had understood, and been there to hold me through the shakes, and the apologies...