I nodded. I stared at the puzzled look on her face and could not help but become serious as well. "Ask!"
She hesitated then said, "When you and Hendrix used to live together, was there a time when you felt that you were unable to do something, a time you powerless?"
I paused for a moment. When it came to topics of intimacy, I felt a little embarrassed. My face became hot.
But how could I dismiss her earnest question? "What is the lack of power that you speak of?"
She pursed her lips and said, "When two people have very good chemistry together but are always one step away from that crucial moment."
I raised my hand to pinch my nose, thought for a moment, and said, "Is the hesitation from you or Sebastian?"
"Both of us!" She said seriously. "Remember that time he got injured? I didn't know much then. Since that night we've tried it several times, but it was quite awkward and ultimately didn't work at all!"
This was my first time hearing of such a situation.
It was honestly out of my depth too.
Noticing that I was lost in thought, she asked, "Was your first time with Hendrix like this?"
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