And I’m the one teaching you that.
You gained a memory. A kind one.
When you finally get there—when the nerves give way to that warm, electric clumsiness—remember this: I’m not here to judge your tempo. I’m here to match it. If you stop, we stop. If you laugh, we laugh. If you realize you’re not ready ten seconds from now, we put our clothes back on and eat the leftover pizza in the fridge. No shame. No scoreboard. tatum christine - big sis takes your virginity