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Olive, and therefore, it shouldn’t to Adam, either. “I can figure it out—I’ve

                learned  whole-cell  patch  clamp  in  a  couple  of  hours;  sex  can’t  be  much
                harder. And I bet you do this all the time, so you can tell me how to—”
                    “You’d lose.”

                    The  room  was  chilly.  His  finger  was  not  inside  her  anymore,  and  his
                hand had left her hip.

                    “What?”
                    “You’d  lose  your  bet.”  He  sighed,  wiping  a  hand  down  his  face.  The

                other one, the one that had been inside her, moved down to adjust his cock.
                It  looked  enormous  by  now,  and  he  winced  as  he  touched  it.  “Olive,  I

                can’t.”
                    “Of course you can.”
                    He shook his head. “I’m sorry.”

                    “What? No. No, I—”
                    “You’re basically a vir—”

                    “I’m not!”
                    “Olive.”

                    “I am not.”
                    “But so close to it that—”

                    “No, that’s not the way it works. Virginity is not a continuous variable,
                it’s  categorical.  Binary.  Nominal.  Dichotomous.  Ordinal,  potentially.  I’m
                talking about chi-square, maybe Spearman’s correlation, logistic regression,

                the logit model and that stupid sigmoid function, and . . .”
                    It had been weeks and it still took her breath away, the uneven tilt of his

                smile. How unanticipated it always was, the dimples it formed. Olive was
                left without air as his large palm cupped the side of her face and brought it

                down for a slow, warm, laughing kiss.
                    “You are such a smart-ass,” he said against her mouth.

                    “Maybe.” She was smiling, too. And kissing him back. Hugging him,
                arms  draped  around  his  neck,  and  she  felt  a  shiver  of  pleasure  when  he
                pulled her deeper into himself.

                    “Olive,” he said inching back, “if for any reason sex is something that
                you  .  .  .  that  you’re  not  comfortable  with,  or  that  you’d  rather  not  have
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