“There’s nothing wrong with you.”
“I know,” she said, like she wasn’t even sure.
Then she unwrapped her arms from her body and just sat there with her tits out, looking at me. She looked nervous… and like she wanted this.
Badly.
Like she was waiting for me to touch her. To show her what she’d been missing…?
To take her virginity.
Christ.I was really fucked here, wasn’t I?
Fucked if I did… Fucked if I didn’t.
This meant something to her. If I took her virginity, it would definitely mean something to her.
Something far different than it meant to me.
And afterward… she was gonna expect something from me. Something I couldn’t really give her. She was probably gonna expect me to be her boyfriend or some shit.
I’d never known how to be a fucking boyfriend.
Not to mention that her brother would probably murder me in my sleep.
But what was I gonna do, just walk away from this?
I just stared at her and tried to figure it out. It was so fucking surreal, sitting here on her bed with her like this… and not touching her.
Was there some kind of fucking loophole here? Something I wasn’t considering? Some way I could have her without actually being the world’s biggest asshole…?
Nope. No way I could see that playing out.
“You shouldn’t be wanting me anyway,” I told her, holding onto the last few threads of my resistance with a death grip.
“But I do.”
“I’m not fucking you,” I said, just testing the words out, maybe… trying to find my spine. It was there somewhere, beneath all the pulsing need.
She pouted a bit. It wasn’t an actual pout, just the way her gorgeous lips looked when she was mad at me. “Why not?”
“Because you’ve never.”
“So?” she shot back. Girl was ready for a fight, as always. “Am I some kind of freak? Everyone has a first time.”
“I’m not being your first time. I’m not being your any time.”
Okay, so there was my spine.
Now she was pouting, for real. No theatrics here. Just that pretty bottom lip of hers, quivering with anger… and hurt. “You don’t want me.”
“Jesus Christ.” I fucking growled and sighed at once. “You’re such a child.”
“I’m not a child!” she said, like a petulant child. “And don’t treat me like I’m a freak or something. It’s not even a big deal.”
“It is a big deal.”
“It’s not. Was your first time a big deal?”
