“It was better with you,” he blurts out in a rush, a look of surprise at himself and at the unexpected response. There were no warnings, no pause for analysis to the potential reaction. He’d taken a risk in admitting it, he realizes as soon as it’s too late to correct.

“I can’t—I don’t think I can explain it.”

Not that Kamski was bad, either. It was an exceptionally enjoyable sexual venture, not to mention educational and good to know he was helping someone. But....there was a coponent he can’t classify that was missing compared to his experience with Hank. Trust? Maybe.