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“Don’t say that,” He stands, rubbing his hands together to clean them.
I shrug, “My mother thinks differently.”
“Don’t tell me she blames you?”
“Oh, she does.”
“What a cunt.”
I snort, having never heard someone use that word in real life. “You said it, not me.”
He smiles, deep lines in his cheeks let me know he’s lived a full life, a happy one. Fuck. I want that. I want that so bad. What will it take for me to feel alive one more time?
“I thought moving here would mean that I would finally get to live my life, you know?”
He cocks his head, listening.
“I mean how embarrassing is it that I’ve never been kissed before?”
His eyes widen and his eyes travel down my body once before he lifts them back up to my eyes. The air heats, rising as if he commands it with the intensity from his gaze. I swallow and keep going, ignoring the little voice in my head that tells me I should shut up.
“Not to mention that I haven’t run into anyone else who’s a virgin, and it’s incredibly humiliating to not have anything to add to the conversation when all the girls get together to talk.” It comes out of me like hot garbage and I can’t stop it.
He coughs, red painting his cheeks.
“You know they all sit around and talk about their boyfriend’s dick size?” It just keeps
coming out of my mouth.
He coughs even louder.
“And I just sit in the corner in silence, because newsflash, I’ve never even touched one before!” I’m out of the car and pacing by this point and Jake shuts his eyes tight, cussing
under his breath.
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He turns away from me, leaning onto the frame of his car as he bites into his knuckles. “You’re testing me, girl.”
Panic surges through me and I press my palms to my eyes. “Oh fuck, I just word vomited. You can just leave me here. Honestly. I wouldn’t blame you if you just drove away.”
He laughs this time, his shoulders shaking. “Wouldn’t do that to you.”
“Really?”
“Really. Honestly, I can’t believe you’ve never been,” He stops, his eyes looking down my body again. “Fuck. I can’t say this shit to you.”
My stomach clenches and I step toward him. He doesn’t step away, his eyes locked on mine. “Say it anyway.”
His nostrils flare. “Let’s just say, if I was your age, I’d be begging to fuck steadying himself. “To fuck you.”
–“He inhales,
I gasp, heat igniting in my stomach. It builds up like a coil, tension between us tight and
dense. He’s a stranger, someone I would never have to see again. Not at school, not ever.
When people ask, I can just say it’s someone from Florida. I want to know what it feels
like, I want to know why everyone talks about it like it’s the best thing in the world.
“You don’t have to beg,” I whisper.
His eyes widen and he takes a step back. “No.”
“Jake,” I whisper, reaching for him.
He doesn’t give me a chance, though. He grabs me first, his hand burying itself in my hair. His fingers grip the back of my head and he tilts my head back.
I whimper, both from the pain and the extreme surge of adrenaline that pushes through
- me.
“Fuck,” He grunts, pressing me into the car as he spreads my legs with his thigh.
I grab onto his shoulders, my eyes lowering to his mouth. He snarls, moving quick. The moment his lips meet mine, that slow ache that has been building in my stomach
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explodes into nothing but need.
