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“No, but maybe you wanted to and didn’t know how.”
Groaning again, I sit up and pull back out onto the road. We’re not going to resolve anything in a dark car. As charged as the first few minutes of our trip were, it’s like a layer of ice has frozen both of us. Even the radio is off, but I’m too self-conscious to do much about it.
It isn’t until we get back to the house and I’m following Mia inside that she says anything
else.
“I’m sorry.”
I nearly trip over the doorway. “What? What do you have to be sorry about?”
“All of this. Garrett, I took your virginity from you. Even if you wanted to give it up to me, it’s something that should be remembered at least.”
“Are you sorry it happened? Or only sorry that I was a virgin when it did?”
“I—” She pauses. “I mean, I’d already screwed up your life by marrying you in that chapel.”
“You did not screw up my life, Ames,” I argue.
“You’re married!”
“So?” I say. “I’m happy.”
“I took your virginity.”
“I don’t care.”
“I do!” she yells.
“Why? Why do you care?” I ask. I take a step forward, and she retreats until she bumps against the wall of the entryway.
She doesn’t say anything. Dropping my head, I sink my teeth into the tendon where her neck and shoulder meet. “Are you worried it will change our friendship?”
“Garrett,” she whispers.
I nip along her collarbone and close my lips and teeth around the opposite tendon.
“Are you worried I won’t live up to your expectations?”
She moans and tilts her head, giving me more access. My lips trace upward, nibbling along her jaw until I’m centimeters from her mouth.
“If either of those is true, I’ll go upstairs and go to bed by myself. I’ll imagine the way your hand crawled under your skirt and get myself off at least once,” I admit. “Otherwise. Otherwise, I might be a virgin, but that doesn’t mean I can’t make you come until your eyes roll back in your head and your legs shake. Until your voice is hoarse from screaming my name. But it’s your choice, Ames.”
Her voice is already raspy when she responds. “If it were up to you, what would you choose?”
“Unh-unh-unh. Your choice,” I remind her.
Time drags to a standstill as I wait for her to tell me what she wants. Her lashes flutter as she opens her eyes and meets my gaze.
“I choose…”
“You choose?” I prompt.
“Option two. Right now.”
My lips seal her demand between us.
“Wait,” she says, ripping her mouth away from mine. “Now tell me. What would you choose?”
