While her experience might be limited, she did know the difference between mindless sex and actually making love. It was silly of her to be having this argument, or rather, discussion with herself. The old her wasn't into self-reflection or analysis and she certainly had never entertained the idea of making love.
And yet that was absolutely the right description for the intimacy she and James had created. Sex was . . . Well, it was sex. Nothing more, nothing less. Making love involved so much more. Trust. Mutual respect. And well, love.
"You're quiet, baby."
She glanced over to see James give her a sideways glance as he turned into their neighborhood.
"Anything wrong?" he asked.
"Not at all," she said with a wry smile. "I was pondering the differences between having sex and making love."
One of his eyebrows went up. "Do tell. This sounds like an interesting conversation you were having with yourself."
She laughed. "I'm being silly and philosophical all at the same time."
