"We never do, but it's nice to have it anyway," she said, knowing that no matter what he said, it hurt to have your parents turn their back on you because you were trying to find your own way.
She crawled on her knees until she could straddle him. "You did, didn't you?" she said, laughing. "You know, you two really complicate things too much." Savannah put her hands on his shoulder and smiled. "I understand, okay? I understood the first and the second time. I understand that it's not just you, but all of you. You've closed yourself off from relationships and people, and I've already had this discussion with G... not because I wanted to make out with him, though. The point that I made with him is that no matter the job, you are human and you are bound to feel no matter what you call it. Just feel, Marty, that's all I'm asking for."
Savannah grinned. "And what exactly is a real relationship? If you're asking me whether I'm planning our wedding, then the answer is no. You've made that very clear. If I'm planning on spending more days with you, talking, making out, having parties, watching TV, then yes. Do you know what's one very good thing about not having sex? There's no pressure. We can just have fun and if that's all it is, then we're just friends. If it becomes more-- I always thought that I'd know when it's time to have sex with a man. We can worry about that if we ever get there."