"God, I'm pathetic," she sighed.

"Why would you say that?"

"I can't believe I'm telling you this."

"What is it?" I asked.

"I used to sit in the hall and listen to you with her. I didn't want to, but I couldn't stop myself. Sometimes I'd try to imagine what you were doing that caused her to moan that way or whatever. But mostly I just cried because it wasn't me. I wanted it to be me so badly."

She buried her face in my shoulder and I held her close to me.

"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't know," I whispered into her hair, kissing the top of her head...