They're trying to have 'normo sex' as Roman calls it, now Kendall has finally gone back to his own apartment. He's above her, moving around and occasionally kissing her, but she can feel that it's not quite working for him.
"You wanna stop?" she asks finally.
He stops. "Sorry," he mutters.
"What's wrong?" She reaches for him, pulling him down beside her.
"It's just… I've never done this before, not properly, and I don't want to mess it up."
She smiles fondly at him. "You don't have to worry about that."
"Easy for you to say. You're not the one with the big V on your forehead."
"Virginity isn't a real thing, Rome," she says patiently. "It was a way of measuring a woman's virtue. It's irrelevant in this day and age."
"Still… how do I know you're not gonna be comparing me to Baird, or Laurie, or any of the other men you've fucked?"
"I never actually slept with Laurie," she says, ignoring his phrasing. "And what have I told you about it not being a competition?"
"Sometimes it is a competition, though," he says, sounding like his father. "A dick competition."
"And how am I supposed to compete with Tabitha, or Grace, or any of the other models…"
"Oh come on. You know I couldn't get there with them. And you're perfect."
"Well, so are you." She strokes his face, turning him to look at her. "You wanna do phone sex without the phone instead?"
"Maybe I wanna make sweet, sweet love to you. Have you thought about that?"
"Get on with it, then. Chop, chop."
He pushes her back down and kisses her with enthusiasm. This time he manages a few minutes before stopping again.
"It's okay, Rome," she says.
"No, it's not okay." He turns away from her, getting out of bed.
"Where are you going?" She sits up. "Rome…"
"It's fine. Forget it." She can see he's hurt and embarrassed.
"Come here." She holds out her hand. "We can cuddle."
Roman scoffs, but then takes her hand and reluctantly gets back into bed.