“Why not?”
“Do you want to tell me about the night you lostyourvirginity?”
“I mean, it wasn’t that eventful. I lasted about ten strokes before blowing my load.”
“Was it to Mrs. Brown?”
He grins. “No. It was to an age-appropriate girl.”
“How old were you?”
“Fifteen. How old were you with Golden Boy?”
“Seventeen.”
He sips his beer, and my gaze is drawn to his mouth. Ugh. It isn’t fair. Even almost three years later, I can clearly remember how those lips felt trailing up my neck, when his body was pressed up against me and I wanted him so badly it made me dizzy.
He never kissed me.
He kissed my neck, my jaw, that sensitive spot beneath my ear. But not my lips.
Sometimes I wonder if he did that on purpose. Maybe he knew that if our lips touched, I’d never forget it.
Catching me staring, Wyatt lifts a brow. “What?”
“Nothing.” I quickly avert my eyes, feeling a blush rising in my cheeks.
His tone is casual when he speaks again. “How did that happen anyway? You and Beau? Where was it?”
“Their place in Connecticut. My parents and I were spending the weekend, and I stayed home when everyone went out for dinner. Beau had plans that night. Otherwise, I doubt Dad would’ve left us alone. But his plans fell through.”
“And the rest is virginity history,” Wyatt finishes.
“Yep.”
“What was his move?”
“Pretty sure it wasmymove. I didn’t want to go to college a virgin.”
“So you lost it just for the sake of losing it?” He makes a tsking noise. “You’re better than that, freckles.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“I can go back tokid,” he offers.
I give him a dirty look. “Don’t you dare.”
Wyatt leans back in his chair. “Was it his first time?”
“Ugh. No. Guy’s a year younger than me and he was already asex pro.”
“Did he go down on you?”
My face burns hotter. “I’m not answering that.”
He chuckles. “You’re blushing. That means yes.”
I get to my feet, eager to end this conversation before my cheeks literally burst into flames. “Come on, let’s clean up. I still need to get ready.”
