Page 55 of Talk Nerdy To Me
Feeling heat rise up my neck, I confess, “I’m scared.”
I feel him grinning against my cheek when he bends to press a kiss there—a chaste kiss, unlike the more consuming one we shared earlier.
“It’s okay to be scared,” he tells me.
I feel coached. I feel doubly like a novice. Worst of all, in this moment, I feel utterly inferior.
And if I’m being completely honest, I sort of hate it.
“It’s an irrational, unfounded fear that is preventing me from doing what I want, so it’s not okay to be scared,” I tell him as I gently shove at his chest, prompting him to move, as I continue to avert his eyes.
He mutters something under his breath, but moves, allowing me to stand up. Jerking my shirt down so that it hits mid-thigh the way it’s supposed to, I quickly exit his room and head toward mine.
That’s not exactly the conversation I was planning to have.
Maybe it was being caught off guard that led to my panic. Or maybe it’s just Base who makes me panic.
Or maybe my hymen is doomed to stay frozen in its current state.
Dildo penetration for hymen breaking is really controversial on the message boards, and too many horror stories have been relayed.
I suppose I could take on water sports. Girls have altered their hymen on accident that way. It’s not ideal, and I could end up—
“Britt,” Base groans from behind me, jogging to catch up.
Gently, he tugs at my elbow, and with more reluctance than I care to question, I turn to face him, staring at his…chest.
Nope. Can’t look him in the eyes. It feels like a physical impossibility. Embarrassment can have a crippling effect.
Idly, I notice he took the time to pull on some track pants. I almost want to thank him.
“Let’s not make it weird, okay?” he asks, his tone seemingly amused.
I’m not amused, so I really hope I’m reading that tone wrong. Which is a high probability.
His finger comes under my chin, forcing my head up, as he grins down at me. He definitely looks amused.
“How about you show me your game that you’re so into,” he suggests.
And people call me random.
“Okay,” is all I say as I do a quick about-face and march into my room.
He follows me, and I pull up Land of the Lost Lore on my laptop just to give him a quick virtual tour for no freaking reason.
Getting settled onto the bed, I deliberately place the laptop between us, giving the game my complete focus as I start showing him around the world.
“This is Valhalla,” I explain. “Only those with Valkyrie status can enter, unless a princess or queen allows you limited visitation.”
“What’s over there?” he asks, gesturing to a dark forest on the corner.
“It’s Eden. I need to climb three more levels before I can enter,” I tell him. “Taking on quests and new squires helps me achieve more level points.”
As if summoned, a message box pops up from an unknown squire, since I’m not wearing my headset and have the audio feed disabled for this showing.
Quickly, I respond that I already have three squires, and another message appears.
“Oh,” I say to myself when THEmanintraining explains he’s actually Sean—Maverick’s stepbrother. So I add him to my registry of squires.
