While her experience might be limited, she did know the difference between mindless s*x and actually making love. It was silly of her to be having this argument, or rather, discussion with herself. The old her wasn’t into self-reflection or analysis and she certainly had never entertained the idea of making love.
And yet that was absolutely the right description for the intimacy she and James had created. s*x was . . . Well, it was s*x. Nothing more, nothing less. Making love involved so much more. Trust. Mutual respect. And well, love.
“You’re quiet, baby.”
She glanced over to see James give her a sideways glance as he turned into their neighborhood.
“Anything wrong?” he asked.
“Not at all,” she said with a wry smile. “I was pondering the differences between having s*x and making lov
