Garan hadn't stopped writing. So he didn't feel at all bad when he held up the quill as a defensive measure. "A fourth a page," he announced, "and then we'll talk." But Garan was now even more red than before. Nate hadn't taken him seriously, had he? It was kind of like that night on the journal when Garan had made the offhanded teasing comment about molesting Nate and Nate had given that kind of answer. And then it happened.
Whoa. Really whoa. Garan was silent until he finished the last word of the last paragraph, and then he looked back up at Nate. "I was kidding, you know," he said quietly. "I. . . can't. Not yet." He hoped Nate wouldn't be upset by that, but it was honest. Garan was sort of terrified of sex with Nate because it would hurt, or at least that was the rumor. So no, he wasn't at all looking forward to it. He'd have to be madly in love with him or something.