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He toyed with the drawstring on my pajama bottoms. “A nice guy.”
His chest, broad and firm, was warm against my back. My chills were subsiding, and I was too relaxed to turn over and catch his expression. The bitterness in his voice came as a surprise.
“Always? You were nice all the time?”
“No.” He didn’t offer more.
“Well,” I said quickly, “I was always either trying to be my sister, or rebelling against being my sister. It was always about her.
“In the spring, Alexis surprised everyone by trying out for the school musical. She was already head cheerleader and an amazing dancer. She won a frickin’ piano competition when she was fifteen because she needed something to do with her spare time. And I’m not even telling you about her volunteering and her job and church and her boyfriends and all the rest. But I guess it wasn’t enough to sing into her hairbrush at home; she needed to win at something else.”
“You really are trying for a spanking, girl,” Patrick drawled. “I don’t want to hear about your damn sister.”
“Didn’t you tell me you had a lot of patience? Just wait. The musical was Into The Woods. You know it? All these fairy tales mashed together, but then everything goes to hell. My sister was Cinderella. So I was sitting in the front row with my parents on opening night, and the Big Bad Wolf prowled onto the stage. I—”
“Go on.” I heard Patrick’s broad grin.
“He was totally over-the-top,” I murmured. “But something clicked. I was fifteen, I’d had boyfriends, everything was cute and nice. I was so used to comparing myself with Alexis, wondering if guys would ever worship me the way they worshiped her. But that wolf had nothing to do with my sister. In my head, he was all mine. When Little Red Riding Hood was rescued and sang “Nice is different than good,” I took out my phone and texted that to myself so I could remember it. Of course my parents freaked out that I used my phone during the show. And that night, in my bed…” I broke off, hot with more than fever.
“Tell me.”
“I thought about wandering backstage and getting lost in the dark. Suddenly a strong arm grabbed me. And— ugh, no, I can’t tell you.”
“Seriously?” He pulled himself up behind me.
I turned to face him. “It’s socheesy.”
“After all the ways we’ve fucked, you can’t tell me your dirty daydream about the Big Bad Wolf?” When I growled, he tousled my hair with an indulgent smile. “Don’t worry, babe, you won’t give me the vapors. Tell me your little freshman fantasy. I bet it’s totally vanilla. ”
“Screw you.” He was so obviously baiting me. I glared at Patrick, mashing the pillow around my head. “Fine. He grabbed me and pulled me close. I felt—”
Patrick nodded encouragingly. My voice dropped to a whisper.
“I felt hot breath on my neck. I knew it was just Damian Deocampo, the boy who played the wolf. In real life, he was the sweetest, most polite guy. But backstage, he wasn’t. He was the wolf. He dragged me into his hideaway of ropes and curtains. He tore off my clothes and ripped them to shreds with his sharp teeth, so I could never put them back on. He pounced on me and stared at my naked body, and I saw in his eyes how hungry he was. He licked me all over with his rough tongue, telling me how delicious I tasted and asking if I was scared. I told him yes, but I was also so turned on. And he licked me ’til I came,” I whispered. “Before I could do anything, he was inside me. Telling me he'd never had such a tasty morsel before and he was going to keep me with him always. I was even more scared, but I was so excited…”
“That's very naughty, Christina.”
I flopped over to face the wall. A hand slipped under my pajama top to rub my tummy. “The next day I saw Damian in the hall, as smiley as ever. I told him he did a good job. He called me Little Alexis and asked if my sister had a date to prom yet. The end.”
“What a sad story. You never got to be ravished by the big bad wolf.”
“Oh, shut up.”
I was laughing. So was he. He drew lazy circles on my stomach, and my breath caught. “Were you a virgin?”
My hand brushed his. I ran my fingers over the veins in his forearm. “Yeah. I was kind of hoping my first time would be like that. It wasn’t, of course. It was soft and sweet and a little awkward.”
“So was mine.” He squeezed my hip.
It was so unlike Patrick to volunteer information about his past that I breathed more carefully, in case the confession turned to mist.
“I guess we both survived.”
“Did you always fake it before this?” he murmured. I stiffened. “I’m not trying to be mean, babe. I’m just curious.”
“Right. You’re curious. Then I’ll bare my soul to you and you’ll use my truth against me the next time I visit your room. And I’ll probably come while you’re doing it.”
He nuzzled my neck. “I promise I won’t use anything you say in here against you.”
