My breaths hiccup then.
Toby.
Right.
I’ve been so engrossed in everything over the past weeks that it never even occurred to me that he might’ve figured it out. That he might’ve somehow found out that I was in fact a virgin.
That he was the one who took it, my virginity, like he wanted to.
“How do you…”
“How do I know?”
“Yes.”
“Because I saw it.”
“Saw what?”
Another shake at my back. “Your blood. On my dick.”
My thighs clench. “My b-blood.”
The vein on the side of his neck pops out and pulses. “You bled, didn’t you?”
I claw my fingers on the dresser. “Yes.”
I did.
I hadn’t noticed it until I got back to the dorm. There were red spots on my cream panties, the hem of my ivory dress. On my thighs too, super high, just by my core, and God, I saved it.
I saved the dress.
Like some lovesick fool, I put it in the back of my drawer, never to be looked at but never to be thrown away either.
Reed’s face blanches for a second at my answer and I almost put my hands on him. I almost soothe the tight lines but I stop myself at the last second.
I stop myself from touching him. Even though my fingers are starving.
“I made you bleed,” he says roughly. “I hurt you. Youmademe hurt you with your lies.”
“You didn’t hurt me,” I blurt out.
He scoffs. “I felt you, Fae. I felt how tight you were. I’ve been jerking off to it. Like an asshole, I’ve been blowing my load all over my bedsheets for three goddamn weeks to how tight you were. How I made you cry with my first stroke.”
“I —”
“Because you did, didn’t you? You cried. So yeah, I hurt you. I hurt her. I hurt your fairy pussy that hasn’t had anything inside her. Has she?”
“No.”
“No,” he rasps, his eyes flicking over my features. “Not a single thing, huh?”
I swallow again, blush burning my cheeks. “My fingers. Sometimes. And a t-tampon.”
I don’t know why I say it.
Why I tell him that, but I couldn’t not.
