Page 32 of Over Us, Over You


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She blushed as I motioned for her to lay down, and I knew she could see my cock hardening in my sweatpants.

I placed a blanket over her like I used to when we were younger, adjusting the pillows at the angle that never failed to make her go to sleep. Without saying another word, she rolled over on her side and took a few deep breaths.

I was about to walk away, but she suddenly rolled over and looked up at me. “Can I say something, Corey?”

“No. Go to sleep, Hayley.”

“You haven’t asked me why I’m still a virgin yet.”

“I wasn’t planning on it. Don’t tell me.”

“It’s because none of my boyfriends ever got close enough for me to want to sleep with them,” she said. “And I want my first time to be with someone I know.”

“I’m sure you know plenty of people.” This conversation was officially over.

“No,” she said, smiling. “I really don’t.”

“Well, you will.”

“You used to be my best friend, Corey,” she said. “You wouldn’t sleep with me if I asked you to?”

“Hayley, I wouldn’t sleep with you if you begged me to.” I lied. “But thank you so much for helping me solidify what rule number four has to be.”

“What is it?”

“No talking about fucking.” I walked over to the fridge and wrote those words on the white-board. “Especially if you’re a goddamn virgin.” I returned to my room before she could say anything else, and I didn’t even try to go to sleep.

It was time for another cold shower.

“Torture” isn’t the right word for this arrangement at all.

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