Page 131 of Losing Faith

“Is this another test?”

A smile grows on her face. “Maybe.”

“Well, I honestly don’t care.”

“Do you wanna know what age I lost my virginity?”

“Nope.” I kiss her again and she’s biting back a smile.

“Why don’t you care?”

I shrug.

“How many girls haveyouslept with?”

I bite back a smile as I see what she’s doing here. “Somewhere in the triple digits,” I lie.

Her jaw drops, and I fight with every fiber in me to hold back a laugh.

“Are you slut shaming me, little Miss Lost Her Virginity To a Man Twice Her Age in Middle School?”

She breaks into a laugh before shoving my chest. “I didnotlose my virginity in middle school.”

“But he was twice your age.”

“He wasn’t.” She shoves me again with a laugh and I kiss the crease of her neck. “I was a willing victim, but hewasn’ttwice my age.”

“Willing victim? Jesus Christ,” I mumble and she breaks into a laugh.

I kiss her behind her ear gently. “Shh, you’re going to wake up Belle.”

She stifles her laugh as she wraps her legs around me, and I pull away to see her smile.

“I was fifteen…”

“Uh-huh.”

“And he was nineteen.” She watches for my reaction, like she’s waiting for me to judge her or get upset, but I do my best to conceal my face.

“That’s kinda cray cray…”

She throws her head back with another loud laugh and I can’t help but join her.

“Did you lie about your age?”

She nods her head disappointedly. “You know me so well.” She sighs and I kiss the somber look off her face.

“I can probably guess your body count,” she says.

I shake my head at how persistent she is. I know she only wants to know if mine is higher so she can feel better, but she won’t since I’m sure it isn’t, whichisn’ta bad thing.

“Go ahead,” I suggest, deciding I’ll agree to any number she throws.

“Okay.” She shifts under me as she gets ready. “Wait, how old are you and how old were you when you lost your virginity?”

“Seventeen and thirty-two.”

Her brows shoot up. “You’rethirty-two?”

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