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I shake my head nibbling his lower lip. “No, you didn’t.” I steal a kiss before he gets to speak again.
“I’m sorry I came inside you; I didn’t mean…”
“Shh…” I place a finger on his lips. “I’m on the pill.” He now has a confused look on his and I smile. “I have irregular periods.”
“Oh…” he’s searching my eyes as if he has more things to say. “How are you feeling?” He goes on to ask.
“I’m good,” I respond.
“You’re mischievous, you know that right?”
I chuckle. “I thought we already established that fact?”
He chuckles as he gets out of bed, pulls on his briefs, and disappears into my bathroom. I hear the sound of water running and soon he reappears with a wet towel in hand.
Kyle doesn’t say a word as he brings the towel between my legs pressing it to my middle. I inhale as the warmness of the towel soothes my soreness.
A smile curves up my lips when Kyle takes out the towel and I notice traces of blood on it, proof of my virginity.
When Kyle is done, he takes the towel back to the bathroom and then comes back to join me in bed.
“I still can’t believe you fooled me into believing you weren’t a virgin,” he says against my ear as he wraps his arms around my waist spooning me.
“I never told you that I wasn’t, you just assumed.”
Given my lifestyle of partying and messing around with boys, everyone including my own parents think that I’m promiscuous.
I remember few months ago my mother warned me about getting pregnant out of wedlock because she believed I was sleeping with all the guys who came my way. Yeah, I might have gotten naughty with some of the men but that was just about it.
I wasn’t always a defiant child. It all started when my parents stopped giving me any form of attention because they were too busy with work to have any time left to spend with their child.
Again, it wasn’t always like that. We used to be one happy family when my brother was still alive. Mark was two years younger than me and we were both very close. More like best friends.
We used to go on vacations as a family, and I never begged for my parents' attention because they always showered Mark and me with it.
But things changed when I turned twelve and then Mark died… I try my best not to cry as I recall that fateful night.
“Hey… you’re awfully quiet,” Kyle whispers in my ear, nibbling my earlobe. I turn to face him my hand plastered against his chest; a weak smile makes its way to my lips.
“Are you okay?” He asks with concern.
“You keep asking me that like you expect the answer to change.”
He’s searching my face with his eyes and then he kisses me on my forehead. “I’m just concerned.”
“About what? You think I have regrets?”
He etches a brow. “Do you?”
I kiss the corner of his lips and then nibble on his lower lip before answering. “I’m happy that you got to be my first.”
“Me too.”
He deepens our kiss, slowly kissing and savoring my lips. “Would you like to take a shower?”
I groan, snuggling closer and burying my face in his chest. “I’m too tired to move a muscle.”
“Well, it’s a good thing, that you don’t have to.” Kyle gets out of bed and carries me bridal style.
