"What? No!" I reply, snapping out of my trance. I take two steps and sit down on the thin mattress. "You look... Damn, sugar. I can't even think right now."
Her lips twitch, and her gaze burns brighter.
I circle my fingertips on her stomach, unable to keep my focus on any one area of her body.
"You're making me nervous," she admits quietly.
Get a grip,I scold myself.
I lean closer to her and put my hand on her cheek. I brush my lips against hers and state, "You don't know how gorgeous you are, sugar."
I can sense her anxiety when she takes a deep breath and asks, "So, what do you want to do with your gift?"
I gape at her.
She arches her eyebrows.
"Be clear with me right now, because my brain isn't working well. At least, not the right one," I state.
She puts her hand over her smile.
I continue, "Are you telling me what I think you're telling me?"
She slowly nods, affirming, "Yeah."
My eyes widen, then my brain short-circuits for a moment. The muscles tighten in my jaw, hands, and thighs. It's like my body's trying to hold back, but it's barely working.
I swallow hard. "So, to be clear?—"
"I'm giving you my virginity, Wyatt," she confirms.
My pulse pounds like a hammer between my ears. I stare at her.
She reaches for my hand and quietly asks, "Do you not want it?"
I shake my head and blink a few times. "No. That's not it."
"Then what is it?" Her question comes out shaky.
I stroke her hair for a moment to collect my thoughts.
"Wyatt?" She bites her lip.
"I want to make sure that you're 100 percent sure."
"I am."
"Are you? Because I don't want you to regret me."
She slides her hands over the sides of my head. "I could never regret you, Wyatt."
"No?"
"No," she firmly says.
Another moment passes, but then there's only one thing to do. I kiss her. It's slow. Deliberate. And deep. Because I've been starving for this.
She melts against me. Or maybe I'm the one who melts against her. Her breath hitches as my fingers tease the curve of her jaw, and she pulls at my shirt.
