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“You’re so fucking tight, Mia.” I growl into the skin of her neck.
Her response is a delicious laugh that I feel through the kiss against her throat. “Well, that’s what I was trying to tell you. That’s my truth.”
“What is? That you’re tight?” I reply with a laugh.
“That I’m a virgin, you idiot.”
I try to laugh again, but it doesn’t come out. Instead, I freeze and stare down at her, trying to gauge if she’s kidding or not. My middle finger is still buried knuckle deep inside her.
“Wait, are you serious?”
Her smile falters. “Yeah, it’s not a big deal. I want to have sex. I just wanted you to know.”
Slowly, I pull my hand out of her shorts and hover over her body, so we’re no longer touching. My mind is so focused on this new information, trying to make sense of it.
“Are you really going to freak out about this?” she asks, sounding impatient and annoyed.
A groan slips through as I roll away from her. “Fuck, Mia. How…”
“Why does it even matter? Who cares if it’s my first or my fiftieth? You seriously don’t want me now?”
“I just need a moment to think, okay?”
But being the stubborn little brat that she is, she doesn’t listen. She slides her hands around my waist and eats up the space between us, gazing up into my eyes as she whispers, “Didn’t that feel so good, though? Why do we have to stop?”
I squeeze my eyes closed. “First, because you’re drunk. And I can’t do that.”
“But we were just about to—”
“Mia, you can’t lose your virginity to your thirty-six-year-old stepbrother. You just…can’t.”
“Why?”
“Because you don’t even like me. You’re only turned on because I’m flirting with you and touching you to make you feel good, but you’ll regret it later. I promise.”
“Why don’t you worry about yourself and leave the virginity decision to me?”
“Okay, but the fact remains that we’re still drunk,” I say, slightly relieved to have a valid excuse. It’s not that I don’t want to fuck Mia because she’s a virgin. In fact, I love the idea of being the only man to touch her. The only one to feel her body from the inside. To fill her up and know the sounds she makes as I pound into her.
But this new information adds a whole layer of complexity to this already confusing situation. I’m not ready to really digest all of this yet.
“Come on,” I mumble, pulling back the comforter, so we can both climb under it. “We both need to sleep off the alcohol. And we’ll talk about this tomorrow.” She pouts, but I see the sleepiness in her eyes.
And I was right. As soon as her head hits the pillow, she starts to drift off. I grab my shirt off the floor and slip it back on, before exchanging my jeans for sweats and climbing back into bed next to her.
I watch her sleep for a while, trying to understand how someone like her could have gotten so far without having sex even once. And how on earth she could want to break that streak with someone like me.
RULE #12: VIRTUAL MYSTERY MEN OVER SELF-ABSORBED STEPBROTHERS EVERY DAY.
Mia
The first thing I register when I wake up is Garrett’s familiar scent. I’m surrounded by warmth, and I open my eyes to find my face pressed firmly against his chest. He’s wearing a T-shirt, but it’s riding up enough that my hand is draped over his bare stomach.
He’s still asleep, his head tilted to the side as he breathes quietly. So I admire him for a moment, the sharp lines of his cheekbones and jaw, and the perfect slope of his nose. The fullness of those lips that I now know areamazingto kiss. Especially with the scratchy texture of his five o’clock shadow.
How long have I dreamt about kissing Garrett? Since I was old enough to even know what a kiss was. And now that he’s finally treating me like he might actually be attracted to me, I’m terrified that it’s all one elaborate joke. Any moment, he’s going to pull the rug out from under me, and I’m going to feel like a fool. I’m not normally so apprehensive to let my guard down, but with Garrett…the stakes are just too high.
Resting my head back on his chest, I run my fingers softly over the tuft of hair running down his tight stomach. He shivers and fidgets in his sleep.
