It seems an odd comment, or maybe it's just Noah's tone. The atmosphere is a strong contrast from last night when everything had been fun and easy and hot.

Now it's back to real life. Or something like that.

"What's that mean?" he asks, with only a hint of a defensiveness. Mostly, he just doesn't understand. "Sex isn't a contest, is it? I had a good time."

He'd made every minute memorable, he thinks. At least for himself.