I gasped. “What?Wait, I thought you were talking about my virginity.”
She snorted. “Well, of course you lost that too, but you wouldn’t have lost it if you weren’t in love with the guy. It makes total sense.”
My head reeled.
Love.
“That’s not possible,” I protested.
“What’s not?”
“Falling in love in just a few days.”
“Dude, you’ve met our friends, right?”
“That’s different.”
“How?” she demanded.
“It just is.”
“So, you’re not in love with him?”
“I—I don’t know.” My brow furrowed.
“Well, let’s look at the evidence. The man rescues you on the side of the road. He pays for your rental car repairs. He’s installed new locks on the apartment you’re staying in, and he cooks for you.”
“Yeah. Look, I know this was fast, but I couldn’t wait anymore. I didn’twantto wait. I wanted him so bad. So, I let him—he and I . . .”
“Oh, Poet,” she said softly. “Did you tell him you were a virgin?”
I swallowed. “No.”
“No?Why the hell not? That’s a big deal.”
“Because I didn’t want him to treat me like one. I wanted—I don’t know. I didn’t think. I wasn’t thinking. I can’t thinkaround that man.”
There was no way I was telling her I slept with him without a condom. I was too embarrassed about it. It was a foolish thing to do.
“How did he react when he found out?” she asked. “Was he mad?”
“I thought he was. He told me I’d yet to see him mad. . .”
“Was there yelling?”
“No.”
“That’s good, at least. So what happened when he found out?”
I rubbed the back of my neck. “He, ah . . .”
“Yes?”
“Said I was his.”
“That’s so . . .”
“Weird? Possessive? Over the top?”
