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“That was your rule,” he says pointedly. “I never agreed to it.”
“Fine,” I huff, glaring up at him. “I’ll tell you. Will you please just… let me up?”
He shakes his head, smirking like the annoying idiot he is. “Not until you spill the beans.”
“Ren,” I whine. “It’s embarrassing.”
His face lights up. “Ooh! I love embarrassing sex stories. Go.”
I purse my lips, working up to this.Fuck my life… Here goes nothing.
“I don’t have any embarrassing sex stories…” I mumble. “I don’t have any sex stories at all…” I blink up at him, raising my brows while I wait for him to catch onto what I’m saying. But he’s just staring blankly at me. “Because I’ve never… had it.” His brows zip. “Sex. I’ve never…”
“You’veneverhad sex?” he murmurs, like he’s repeating a phrase I’m trying to teach him in another language. I shake my head. “You’re a…virgin??”
I’m sure my face is Hawaiian Punch red right now. There’s fire burning from my neck up, humiliation and discomfort causing me to wriggle beneath him. “Yes, I’m a fucking virgin, okay?? Now, can youpleaseget off me? I can’t breathe…”
Ren eases up a little, releasing my arms and sitting back on his knees. He looks sufficiently shocked. I might be the first virgin he’s ever met in his life, which makes me feel like an even bigger loser.
The hot, popular kid knows I’m a virgin. Great.
And why did you need to addhotto that statement?? We could’ve done without it.
“Lex… Wow,” Ren gasps, head shaking in disbelief. I roll my eyes, propping up on my elbows. “I had no idea.”
“Really?? ’Cause I wear myI’m a virginsandwich-board everywhere I go, so really, that’s on you,” I growl, grinding my teeth.
He grins and bites his lip. “You’ve never had sex withanyone…?”
“Not that I’m aware of,” I mutter sarcastically. “Can we please change the subject? This is super awkward.”
He blinks. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel weird.”
“Yea, well… I get it. Being a virgin is pretty much the opposite of sleeping with literallyeveryone, so I guess you wouldn’t be the person to understand, would you?”
His jaw tightens visibly. “Are you saying I’m a slut?”
“Are you saying youaren’ta slut?”
Our heated glares are stuck together, tension palpable in the air.
“I’m not ashamed of who I am,” he hisses, deadly quiet.
“I never said you should be,” I tell him, trying to get across that I’m not shaming him for being himself. “I’m just pointing out that we’re two very different people. It’s not a bad thing, it’s just… a fact.”
The fury on his face fades, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “Are you ashamed… of being a virgin?”
“No, I’m notashamed, I just… I don’t know, it’s embarrassing,” I grumble.
“Why is it embarrassing?” He lies down on top of me, propping his chin up on his hands, resting on my chest.
Okay, so I guess we’re staying like this.
“Trying to get laid was never a top priority for me,” I explain. “Plus, I was always younger than everyone in my classes. I went to college when I was sixteen. Most girls want to hook up with older guys, not younger ones.”
His lips twitch. “Girls are stupid.”
I laugh, rolling my eyes. “Yea, like you’re not exactly the same way. You forget how much you’ve told me,Warren. The professor, your boss… your dad’s friend? All the guys you went for were older than you.”
