"No, I meant how people act about the whole thing. Not about the other." There was no way she could make herself say the words she'd heard other use. She just couldn't.
"I know it will be. You take good care of me already, I know you will then too." That was just the way Hugo was, he'd never do anything to make her feel bad or ashamed of herself.
Muffling her laughter in his chest until she could talk, she told him, "I'm not sure how lucky. When I was 7 I asked where how babies got in the mother's belly and out. I got a fairly clinical and truncated version. Then I found a book and that was enough to make me certain I'd never do that." She could still remember feeling sick from the idea.
"Funny, now..." she let the sentence hang. Instead she shifted closer so their thighs were touching. "Now I understand what Grandmother told me. She said I didn't have to wait till marriage but I should wait until I wanted it to be more than scratching an itch; that it shouldn't happen until I found someone I wanted to be as close as this". She raised her hand to show two intertwined fingers.
"I just didn't expect to meet him when I was fourteen." Nuzzling his neck, she breathed in deep. "I'm glad I did though." He smelled to good, it made warmth pool inside of her.