It’s all very nice when a girl and her hero unite happily ever after in a novel. It’s even nicer when readers get a peek (or more) at the consummation of that union. Having given my affection to the characters, I kind of want to watch them give it to each other, so to speak, don’t you? But when one of the couple is a virgin, do you ever think about exactly how much of that flushed complexion we should attribute to passionate activity or to innocence?
Really, how much would a virgin in a historical romance actually know about sex?