Page 21 of The Boy Next Door
He’s just staring at me. My heart hammers in my chest. My cheek stings with a heat only comparable to the flames of hell. This has to be the most awkward moment of my life.
“Well...” he says, and I swallow.
“Yep.”
“Did you sleep well?” He drags a hand through his messy hair.
He’s going to avoid this?
I’m naked. He’s naked, with a hard-on tenting the sheets, and he thinks he can avoid this? “Em?” His eyes drift from my face to my fists still clutching the sheets. On a sigh, he swipes his hand over his face. “Shit...”
Oh God. He regrets it!
He shifts, grabbing both my wrists and tugging me toward him. “Please tell me you don’t regret that?” His eyes narrow on mine, studying me as his fingers brush my cheek. “Em?”
“I don’t,” I whisper. “I’m just...scared.”
His brows knit together and the sweep of his fingers halt. “Scared of what?”
“Losing you.” I shake my head, fighting the emotions creeping into my chest. “I don’t want to lose you, Evan.” As soon as I say it, panic twists in my chest, because we crossed a line last night that there is no coming back from.
I didn’t just sleep with my best friend. No, I gave him my virginity.
The virginity that had been auctioned off to someone else.
