“Your turn,” I offer.
“Never have I ever used someone else’s toothbrush,” he says, the corner of his mouth lifting into a smirk.
Damn it.I drink; he doesn’t. “Okay. Never have I ever gotten into a fight,” I say with a grin.Two can play this game.
He pours another shot and downs it. “If I didn’t know any better, Savina, I would think you’re trying to get me drunk,” he says.
“Me?Never,” I whisper coyly, and he laughs. God, it’s great to hear him laugh.
“Never have I ever run a marathon,” he says.
Neither of us drink, and I know he’s trying to slow down our alcohol intake. Not that I can blame him. My head already feels fuzzy from the couple of shots I’ve taken. And maybe it’s the liquid courage that makes me ask my next question. “Never have I ever had sex in high school.” I watch intently as he doesn’t drink. I cock my head to the side and ask him, “Did you even understand the question?”
“Yes,” he answers, and I can see the tension in his muscular arms.
“Did I not word it properly?” I ask, confused.
“You can word it any way you want.”
“Never have I ever had sex,” I say bluntly. And I watch as, once again, he doesn’t drink. “You know, if you’re not going to play by the rules…”
“I am playing by the rules,” he snaps.
I stare at him skeptically. If he’s never had sex before, then that means… “You’re a virgin?” I blurt out.
He hesitates and then slowly nods.
I wait for the punchline, for a crack, a smile, anything, but his gaze and expression remains stoic. “But all the girls in high school,” I start. “They talked about how big you were and —.” I stop abruptly, slapping my hand over my mouth. Damn this alcohol, aka truth serum.
“I’m not saying I’m totally innocent. I got my dick wet in a lot of mouths back then,” he says nonchalantly.
“But you never. They never. You never.” I can’t even complete a sentence right now. I’m completely and utterly flabbergasted.
“I’m a virgin, Savina,” he states bluntly, ending my senseless rant.
“But…why?” I stress. Dimitri is one of the hottest human beings on the planet. He could have had any of the high school girls back then or, hell, even the teachers. He could have anyone now. Why would he save himself? And then a thought hits me so hard I almost can’t believe it. And when I meet his gaze, I finally know the truth. “You were saving yourself for me?” I squeak out.
And for the first time ever, I can tell that Dimitri isembarrassed. He half shrugs and then nods. I’ve never seen Dimitri so bashful and unsure about himself. It’s endearing. And so damn hot.
“I guess we were both waiting for each other,” I whisper.
“I guess so,” he whispers back.
I set my shot glass down; the silly game long forgotten. The fire crackles softly in the background, filling the silence as we both stand. We stare at each other from across the table, an overwhelming sense of desire stretching between us that I’ve never felt before. Slowly, I move to the bed, sitting down at the edge and waiting for him to make the next move.
Aftera few moments, Dimitri walks over and sits beside me. I stare at his profile and notice how hesitant he is, how, for the first time since I met him, unsure of himself he is; because in just a few short minutes, everything between us suddenly changed. Our dynamic irrevocably shifted with his confession.
And now, butterflies take flight in my stomach at just the thought of him touching me. We’ve been fooling around for months, but this feels so different. Maybe it’s because before I always knew where we stood. Now, everything is so uncertain.
My pulse hammers in my throat as he turns to me. He’s close, so close I can feel his breath on my cheek. Something flickers in his gaze. Lust, yes, but something much deeper than that. I can see his hunger, his pain and maybe even his fear. This isn’t like before; because once we cross this line, there’s no going back.
His fingers lightly graze my cheek as he sweeps a piece of my hair from it and gently tucks it behind my ear. The action is so endearing that I find my breath catching in my lungs.
Our eyes meet for a fraction before his hand locks around the back of my neck and pulls my mouth to his. This kiss isn’t sweet. It’s rough and raw, our lips crashing, our teeth clashing, like we’re at war with one another. And I suppose we are. We always have been. The only difference is that this time I don’t feel like one of us is losing.
Our clothes start to vanish between kisses, touches and strangled moans. When he slips out of the last article of clothing, his boxers, I stare down at his cock bobbing between his thick thighs. Oh god, this is really going to happen. And suddenly, the panic starts creeping in.
Perhaps sensing the change in me, Dimitri puts his index finger under my chin and tilts my face up until I meet his worried gaze.
