"He stopped and spun on her. “Do you think I’m a virgin? I’m not a virgin.” His vehemence pulled her back from the edge of boldness. “No, of course you’re not. I never thought such a thing.” Then she said, “Well…I am.” “Sorry,” he said, because he didn’t know the right thing to say, if there was a right thing. “Not your fault,” she said. Which was the right thing to say."