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I laugh with a small shake of my head. “Just thinking about how much of a dick I am.”
“You’re not a dick, Jax. I know you didn’t lead any of those girls on. The fact that you were honest with them proves you’re not a dick. It’s not your fault they can’t take a hint. And I don’t care that you’ve been with every girl that’s come through the school while you were there.”
“Hey,” I say tickling her ribs. “Not every girl.”
“Whatever you say, Casanova,” she says with a roll of her eyes. “The point is I don’t care because you weren’t with me. I didn’t even know how you felt, so I can’t get upset over it. Just like I hope you don’t care about anyone I’ve been with.”
“Anyone y-you've been with?” I ask through clenched teeth because I am a fucking hypocrite.
“You do realize that I’m not a virgin. Right, Jay?”
I’m seeing fucking red. I want to snap the neck of anyone of that’s ever touched her. Who the fuck has touched her? “Who?” I ask.
She pulls away from me, anger flashing in her eyes. “You’re joking right? What did you think, Jax? That I was sitting in my room waiting for you when I didn’t even know you had any feeling for me other than platonic? I said I’ve loved you since I was fourteen, but, just like you, I didn’t think anything would ever happen. I said I didn’t date much because I compared everyone to you. That didn’t mean I didn’t fucking try.”
“Will you please just tell me who?” I yell.
“No, Jax, I will not tell you who so you can find them and beat the shit out of them. It doesn’t matter who.”
I rake my hand through my hair pulling at the roots. I have no right to be angry. And I’m not angry with her. I’m pissed at whoever it was that touched her. I have no right to be angry about that either, I know.
“Fuck, Zoey, I know I shouldn’t feel like this, but I really do want to rip whoever it is head off.”
She laughs but it’s not a humorous one. The sound makes my gut churn because I know that laugh. It means she’s about to tell me something else I don’t want to hear. “Don’t say it,” I say before she has a chance. “Please just don’t say what I think you’re about to say.”
“Why? Because it will make you think less of me? Because maybe you don’t love me as much as the idea of me?”
“What the hell, Zoey. No! Why would you think that?”
“Well, Jax, based on your reaction, what else am I supposed to think? You thought I was a virgin because you wanted me to wait on you even though I didn’t know I was supposed to be waiting on you. I told you I didn’t care about where you put your dick last, but you freak out when you find out I’m not what you imagined.”
Okay. How the hell did this happen? How did we go from making out by the pool to fighting in the span of five minutes?
Oh right. Because I’m a dick.
I grab her hand – which she unsuccessfully tries to pull back – and pull her into my lap. She crosses her arms across her chest angrily as I lean my forehead into her shoulder. “I’m sorry, Zoey. Nothing could make me think less of you or change how I feel. I know I don’t have a right to be jealous but the thought of any other guy with his hands – or any other part – on you makes me see red. I just told you that I broke Ryan Davenport’s nose for calling you hot. It’s not rational, I know, but I can’t help it. I’ve always thought of you as mine, even though I didn’t think you would ever really be mine.”
With a sigh, her arms relax a little. “Damn we got to our first fight as boyfriend and girlfriend pretty quickly, didn’t we? That is what we are now? Right?”
“That is definitely what we are. It’s because we’re comfortable with each other. We know each other,” I say bringing my lips to her neck.
“Guess it’s better it’s out now rather than later. You would’ve been in for a shock,” she says with a chuckle.
“So, sex isn’t officially off the table I gather,” I say working my mouth up to her jaw.
“I’d say you have a fifty-fifty chance at getting lucky with me one day,” she says teasingly.
I move my mouth kiss behind her ear. A shiver breaks from her body. “Only fifty-fifty,” I say nibbling her ear.”
“Maybe sixty-forty,” she says in a low, throaty voice.
I lick back down her jaw to the other side. She squirms in my lap and begins to run her hands up my chest. “Sixty-forty huh?”
I nip down the other side of her neck while running my hand under her shirt to the small of her back. My other hand kneads her ass. “Yep, sixty-forty,” she pants. When I suck the spot behind her other ear, her moans nearly doing me in.
“Zoey,” I say in a low, groan, “we need to stop.”
“Mmmm,” is her only response.
