That was one crazy-ass weekend. I didn’t even know if she would remember our drunken conversation about relationships.
“Plus,” I added. “You’re not only my best friend’s little sister, you’re also a virgin. Saving it for someone special?”
“Not special, necessarily. Just someone who’s going to remember my name the next morning and who won’t hurt me. You know... physically.”
“What?” My blood ran cold. “What do you mean hurt you?”
“Some of my friends...” She trailed off. “Let’s just say they didn’t have the greatest of experiences. I feel like I’m worth more than that.”
“Yeah you are.”
I couldn’t believe that there were guys out there who wouldn’t take care of the girl they slept with, especially if it was her first fucking time. Sure, some pain was unavoidable, but from Sophia’s answer, I was going to go ahead and assume that wasn’t where it ended.
“Good, I’m glad you agree,” Sophia said, taking a deep breath. “Because I’m ready to lose it.”
Say what now? The thought of her with some guy like that was downright aggravating. “With who?”
“Well,” she said, the calm veneer finally starting to crack. “I was hoping that it could be with you.”
Fuck. Me. Sideways.
Chapter Six
Sophia
Stunned wasn’t nearly a strong enough a word to describe the expression on Brett’s face.
My heart was slamming against my ribs so hard that I was sure he would be able to hear it, but outwardly, I thought that I might have managed to remain reasonably calm.
Inside, I was a mess. I had been since I stepped into the restaurant with the intention of asking him that question.
Actually, I was a nervous wreck the whole damn day leading up to it. As soon as his smiling face popped up on my screen that morning, I’d practically broken out in hives.
This was my one shot. If I took it and missed, not only would I never be able to look Brett in the eyes again, but I would also undoubtedly be extra embarrassed when I finally did because I would be reminded of this very moment.
This could end up as an epic failure of magnificent proportions.
“Why me?” Brett asked, his voice low and surprisingly serious. His jaw was set, and his eyes locked on mine.
“Isn’t it obvious?” I was impressed by how even my voice sounded. “I trust you, Brett.”
And there was a minor chance that the reason I hadn’t lost it yet was because I’d always been saving it for him, but hey, I wasn’t going to say that.
Brett’s gray eyes seemed almost clear in the light, softened, then changed. There was suddenly a gleam in them that I hadn’t seen before.
“When?” he asked.
My heart stuttered to a stop, then started galloping even faster than before. “What do you mean?”
“I mean you’ve clearly given this some thought. Suppose I say yes. When did you have in mind for this to happen between us?”
“Are you saying yes?” I asked.
“Depends.”
“On?”
“There would have to be some rules,” he said.