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“Do you want to go to my place? Listen to some music?”

Emma nodded. “Yeah. I’d love to.”

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We got back to my place, and I put a vinyl on my record player. Emma settled on the couch in my living room to listen.

She was wearing a sundress over a green bathing suit, the same color as her eyes, her hair in braided pigtails.

She looked gorgeous.

I poured two glasses of wine and brought them out, sitting beside her.

She took one of the glasses and drank deeply.

I put one hand on her thigh. She looked up, cheeks flushing red.

“Can I kiss you again?”

“Yeah.” She nodded. “That… that sounds nice.”

Nice.

God, that was adorable.

I leaned close, kissing her again.

Immediately, she wrapped both arms around my neck, tugging me closer.

I wasn’t going to disappoint her.

I wrapped my arms around her, tugging her into my lap. She came willingly, straddling my hips.

There was no way she could miss how hard my dick was, just from kissing her.

She pulled back from the kiss, breathless. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Done what? Hooked up with a guy you just met?”

Slowly, she shook her head. “I’ve never…”

Oh, no.

“Are you a virgin?”

She went as red as the wine, nodding slowly.

I smiled and gave her a little pat on the hip. “Emma… maybe we shouldn’t, then.”

“What? Why?”

“Well, I… I mean, it’s kinda… significant, right? You should be with somebody you care about. Not, y’know. A stranger.”

Emma’s shoulders sagged.

Shit, I hadn’t meant to hurt her.

I hesitated. “Look, we can hang out, kiss more, but…”

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