She threw her hands up, her cheeks almost coloring a little. "Well, that's what I meant. Romantic sh-...stuff." Charlie could probably count on one hand the number of times she'd actually had sex, and of the names of the men with whom she'd slept she remembered none.
Of course, this was all highly personal information, though she was feeling more and more at ease with Cat. Almost like she could tell her anything at all, and not only would the other woman provide a listening ear, but she'd also know exactly what to do.
"Sure, I've had friends, sort of. But not the romantic cra-...kind of thing. And sex makes everything all..." Her hands fluttered through the air, struggling to find a way to express herself. "It makes things harder. I like what we have now, and I don't see why he can't like it too."