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“I’m so sorry about that,” Kat suddenly says as she marches back into the room. Her mouth is set in a straight line and her brows are furrowed. “My parents just insist on talking and talking and it’s impossible to get off the phone with them sometimes. Are you ready to—”
She stops mid-step when she sees me standing there with her manuscript in my hands. Her eyes widen with horror and her face reddens with embarrassment. She bites that god damned lip of hers as she stands there, staring at the story as I flip it closed and set it carefully back on the table.
“Please tell me you didn’t read that.”
I raise an eyebrow at her. Is she ashamed of what she’s written?
“Oh god,” she moans, burying her face in her hands. “Noooo, this is so embarrassing.”
I can’t help smirking as she begins to babble at me.
“It’s just a story, okay? I really love romance and I know it’s cheesy, but it’s always been really comforting for me, you know? I love reading about people who fall in love because it’s like, yeah, that could happen to me, I want that! But also my favorite authors sometimes go years without publishing something so I started writing them but I’ve never TOLD anyone about it before and now you know and no one is supposed to know, not even—”
“Baby, it’s okay. Relax,” I say, stepping forward and placing my hands gently on her shoulders. She falls silent and looks up at me, her eyes tracing over my torso and lingering on my lips before meeting my gaze.
“I’m sorry,” she grimaces. “It’s embarrassing.”
“It shouldn’t be. My mom loves romance novels,” I shrug. “It’s good to enjoy things, Kat.”
“I know, but …” She trails off, closing her eyes with a frustrated huff. “How much of it did you read?”
“Just the notes you made for yourself at the end.”
I didn’t think it was possible for her to get redder, but somehow, it is. I almost start to worry, but before I can ask her if she’s okay, she sits down on the couch, grabs a pillow, and groans into it. The sound makes all of the blood in my body start rushing to my cock. Well, shit. This is a terrible time to get aroused, but my dick doesn’t seem to get that.
“I’m sorry,” I say, gently placing a hand on her knee. Her dress only just covers them while she’s sitting and thank god for it. Touching her skin directly would only make me harder. “I shouldn’t have looked at it.”
“It’s not that, it’s—”
When her reasoning doesn’t come, I try to help her along. “It’s what, baby?”
She can’t even look me in the face as she finally crumples under the weight of her own shame.
“I’m a virgin!”
Chapter 7
Kat
Honestly, I thought getting threatened at gunpoint was my worst nightmare, but I have to say, this is up there. Is it worse than having my life held in the balance? No. But it’s closer than I expected. Like way closer. I’m wondering if it would have been better if I’d never missed my turn last night. If I’d just come straight home instead of seeing if I’d run into Finn at the store.
The way he’s just sitting there beside me, silent as the grave?
The fucking worst.
Writing romance novels is my dream, but it’s hard to write them when sex—one of the most important parts of a good, steamy romance—is something I’ve never gotten to experience. I feel bad enough that I’ve used the moment we had at my car as inspiration. That he’s so shocked about the fact that I’m a virgin? Icing on top whatever this terrible cake of a day is.
First, I made a fool of myself in front of my entire microeconomics class by getting called on to answer a question and totally screwing up my answer. Then I came home to get ready for my coffee date with Finn, only to get wrangled into a conversation with my parents about my grades. I don’t even know how they got a hold of them (in fact, I’m pretty sure it’s illegal unless I sign a release of some sort), but somehow they did. Trying to have that conversation quietly while the most attractive man I’ve ever met is in the next room over was almost impossible.
And now this.
It doesn’t matter if Finn’s already made me see stars with that mouth of his. I just declared my virginity to him, so now he knows that I’m just some young, inexperienced girl not worth taking seriously. Another one of my worst nightmares, if I’m being honest.
How am I supposed to face him now? He’s in my apartment, sitting right next to me! Truly, there’s no escape, but all I want to do is disappear. I can’t. Not with him still here, not with his hand warm and stiff on my knee. I guess that was supposed to be comforting, but now it just reminds me of the fact that I’ve humiliated myself in front of him.
