"I know how you feel," I whisper back, burying my fingers in Bits' hair as I watch his face. His eyes are big and honey-brown, and I feel like I could stare at them all night and never get bored. I've never felt that way about anything before. Anything but hockey, that is.

"To be honest, I never really thought about sex all that much," I confess, brow furrowing a bit. I always chalked it up to being too busy, too focused. Even when I jerked off, I never really fell back on fantasies. I just relied on the mechanics of it. Things are so different now. "But now, Bits. God-- sometimes I can barely get anything done."