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He merely stood there without saying a word making my unease grow with the minute that stretched out between us.
“Obviously, you need more time, but I don’t want you to feel like you can’t go home. I’ll move back into my apartment. I’m only a couple weeks away from being able to drive again, so it’s probably time.”
“You’re not moving out.”
If ever exasperation could hit a tipping point, this was it. “That’s your response to my apology? To demand I stay?”
“I don’t need your brother calling, only to find out you moved out of my house. It’s bad enough that I’ve deflowered his baby sister.”
My eyes got big. “Tell me you didn’t use the word deflower?”
His lips twitched, fighting the urge to smile. “Would you rather I say I breached your maidenhead?”
I cringed. “Jesus. What are we—in medieval times? We had sex, that’s it. Just because you happened to be my first doesn’t mean you’ll be the last, nor does it carry any extra burden with it.”
Annoyance immediately clouded his features. “The hell it doesn’t. You saved yourself for a reason.”
“Says who? Maybe I simply didn’t get around to it until last night.” Even if I believed that for a minute, I could tell he wasn’t buying it.
He put his arms on either side of me, caging me against his desk. “You’re doing it again. You’re deflecting.”
Shit. I had no response.
“I have an important question to ask you. And if ever there’s a time for you to be completely honest, this is it.”
I swallowed hard as he was more serious than I’d ever seen him.
“Did you turn down other guys because you wanted your first time with me?”
Oh, boy. I licked my lips as the flush spread over my face. If we stood a chance at fixing this, I had to put it all on the line. “I didn’t consciously do it, but I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t compare them to you in some respect. I figured if I looked forward more to Sunday nights eating dinner and watching cable TV with you than any date, that maybe I hadn’t met the right guy yet. It wasn’t as though I didn’t try. I’ve gone out on more first dates than any other girl I know, but most didn’t get past that.”
“How can you be so picky when you’re the coolest chick I know?”
“College guys, for the most part, are looking to get laid, period. They’re lazy about it, as if getting a meal with a girl and getting to know her is too much trouble. Most don’t find my brain, my five-date rule, or my smart mouth all that amusing.”
He sighed. “I can’t say I would’ve been any different back then, although in a few years’ time they’ll wish they would’ve put in the effort for a girl like you.”
I blushed with the compliment.
“What’s the furthest a guy did make?”
“Date number four.”
“The bad experience?”
I nodded and then blurted it out. “He came in his jeans before I could unzip him and then blamed me for getting him too excited.”
“So you never gave an actual blow job before me?” His eyes were wide with disbelief.
“No, I hadn’t,” I whispered, hating that the fact most likely made me appear more deceptive in his eyes.
He put distance between us, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Do you know what pisses me off the most about this situation?”
I shook my head, not sure I was ready to hear it.
“That you’ll demand a guy call you if he wants to talk to you. If they want a kiss, then they take you out on a date first. That you would have a five-date rule before you’d even think about sleeping with someone—but you settled for me doing none of those things. Hell, if I’d had a condom in the car, I could’ve fucked you up against it in the garage, and you wouldn’t have stopped me. You can say it wasn’t a big deal, but the fact that no guy had ever achieved fifth date status disproves the very notion.”
The tears started falling before I could stop them. He’d hit on something I hadn’t been ready to admit to myself: when it came to him, I’d been willing to settle.
