“I knew the title because I’d heard it was inspired by the movie with those two,” I scrub my hand over my face. “That they suggested.” She giggles. “In my defense, I did ask if it was a porn, and they assured me it was not. In fact, Stone highly recommended it as a date night movie, gave it a ten out of ten.”
“So what did we learn here?” She asks, grinning.
“Stone is the one that gets whacked first. As a matter of fact, he may be at the top of the list right now.”
“You have a purge list?”
“That’s a movie?” She nods. “Not a porn?” She laughs. “Not a date night movie?”
“I mean, horror films are typically a fuck boys go to because they know girls get snuggly when they’re scared.”
“You speaking from experience?”
“The first boy who got to third base was because of the movie Saw.”
“That turned you on?”
“I didn’t want to get in an elevator alone to meet my driver outside his building, so I let him get way further than I should have.”
My blood boils… green. “What was his name?”
“Um, why?”
“So, I can seat him next to Stone on myPurgelist.”
“I don’t think you want to start comparing numbers. I didn’t lose my V card until freshman year in college.”
“You lived in this city and held on to your virginity until you were away at college?”
“I had a very overprotective father, a driver, and Matteo. I had language lessons and debate teams. Clubs and camps.”
“Camps with a driver and a shadow?”
“Never overnight, always day camps.”
“I don’t know your father, but I appreciate that he made sure you weren’t taken advantage of.”
She looks down, obviously wanting to avoid that subject, and I notice her tap her finger twice on her knee before looking up. “Enough about me, tell me, how old were you when you lost your V card?”
“Fifteen.”
“That’s,” she pauses. “I would say young, but that’s pretty normal, I think. How long did you date her?”
“I have never been on a date.”
“Fuck boy,” she sighs.
She’s shared so much, I feel I should, hell, I want her to know, because it may let me see if my fear is real or imagined. “Fourteen, scholarship kid at a prestigious school after my brother moved us to Moscow when he joined the military. I didn’t fit in; they all turned their noses up at me until I knocked the star of their hockey program on his ass.”
“They liked the bad boy.”
“They loved him, their star, and he became my best friend. It opened doors. He made me appear desirable, and the girls who came to me, all very well off, wanted the thrill of slumming it with the scholarship kid, the boy their dads would have hated.”
“You didn’t open up to any one of them, did you?”
“They didn’t require it.”
“Well, that made it easy for you then, huh?”
