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Chapter Twelve

Hannah

I never really pictured who I would lose my virginity to. Never really ever had a crush on a boy, or wanted to take that step with anyone. I wasn’t confident like Eve when it came to boys. I knew now why I hadn’t pictured losing my virginity to a boy. Because I was going to lose it to a man.

I couldn’t stop my back from arching as he kissed down my body. It would seem Brad’s stride for perfection was also the same in the bedroom. When it came to anything that Brad did, he made sure to do it well.

“So, who was it?”

I opened my eyes, what did he mean? I was so lost with the feel of his lips on me. Did he know it was mesmerizing, his lips on me? I sighed. Yeah, now that he had started, all I wanted was more. More of those kisses.

“Hannah?”

“Mm?” I would admit right now I just wanted his lips back on me. It was like every kiss he planted on me left an invisible mark on my body and a real mark on my heart. I frowned; why wasn’t he kissing me? I leaned up on my elbows, looking at him.

Why was he smiling at me? His lips twitched up just slightly, his eyes locked on me.

“You didn’t hear me, did you?” He kept looking at me with a small smile.

Well, what did he expect? Kissing me like that? Branding me? Marking me as his? How was my reaction not expected?

“No,” I pouted, embarrassed. “My mind may have been somewhere else,” I admitted. “Ask me again?”

His smile dropped a bit. “Nah, don’t worry about it.” Suddenly he looked hesitant. Brad didn’t do hesitation. “I think it is better if I don’t know.” He was going to go back to kissing me till I sat up completely.

“Tell me what you want to know.” My words were soft. “There isn’t anything I wouldn’t tell you.” He had to know that. If there was something he really wanted to know about me then I would tell him. I didn’t understand what he meant by “I think it is better if I don’t know”.

“I just wanted to know…” His eyes went off me and he stopped mid-sentence.

“What?” I was really interested now.

He looked back at me, his eyes showing jealousy. “Who it was.”

I frowned, not understanding. He seemed to realize that I was confused. I had no idea what he was talking about.

“You know, who…” he prompted me, but I still had no idea what he was saying.

I frowned. “Okay, I think I’m having a blonde moment, cause I have no idea what you are talking about,” I admitted. Tyson always said my blonde hair made me miss the obvious, but saying that little fact to Brad or mentioning Tyson at all felt awkward.

He sighed, “Who your first time was with?” He finally made it clear what he was talking about. “Reaper said he wanted to kill the kid, but he couldn’t because of Abby.”

Sex? My frown deepened. “Dad thinks I’ve had sex?” God, if Dad thought that for a second, I’m sure he would be tracking down whomever I had had it with and would be killing the boy responsible.

I saw Brad’s tightened expression, how he was looking into my eyes, but I saw the heat in his eyes—and the jealousy. It was so clear. He was really angry right now, but was trying to contain it.

“I think whoever told Dad that, got me mixed up with Eve,” I started to explain, making my words clear. “I, um…” Okay this could ruin my chance of being with Brad altogether. I sighed. “I haven’t had sex with anyone.” I felt like I needed to add something to that quickly. “I just haven’t wanted to.”

And that was true—I hadn’t and even now I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea if Brad and I did have sex, because I didn’t want his feelings to grow for me. But as soon as that thought ran through my head I reminded myself that wasn’t going to happen. Brad would go back to Andrea come morning and I’d go back to being invisible.

Brad and I weren’t about to start a relationship and I had to remind myself of that fact twice more before I looked at him.

His expression was blank. Well, what should I have expected? Suddenly, I felt like a brick wall had just been built between Brad and I. I knew no guy really liked taking a girl’s virginity, thinking the girl would automatically be clingy.

I crossed my arms, trying to cover myself. I should really put a top on. This wasn’t going to go anywhere.

“You’re a virgin?”

I wanted to scoff. Had I not made that fact really clear? I couldn’t even look at him.

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