Rolling my eyes, I lean forward again as she takes in my shirtless body.
“Your turn. Same question.”
Time to get out of those shorts.
She gives me a wicked grin, and then she leans up while undoing the top button of those tiny little jean shorts.
“Three,” she says while ending her teasing display.
I look up, a little shocked at first, and then I burst out laughing.
“You might as well finish taking off those shorts, babe. There’s no way you’ve only been with three people.”
I laugh harder, and her grin grows.
“I didn’t start dating until I was almost eighteen. The first guy I slept with had been my boyfriend for over a year before we took that ste
p. After we broke up, I got involved with another guy, and after a few months, I slept with him. Then after him... well, you get the picture."
***
Ashiara
He looks very suspicious of me, and I really don’t blame him. It is rather low for a girl my age, considering I’ll be twenty-one next month. These days, that's too low - that's actually a sad fact.
“There’s no way you would consider doing this game - where the end result could have you under me - if you were that innocent.”
I grin deviously.
“First of all, I never said I was innocent. Just because my notch count is low, doesn’t mean I’m inexperienced - it just means I’m not as easy. As for the game, well, as you can see, I’m not afraid of losing. One question in, and you had to remove your shirt. The one thing you’re not so good at, Tag, is being real.”
He sits back, his smile fading and seriousness coming to his eyes.
“You’re for real? Three? That’s it? How did you manage that? I mean... look at you.”
“Because I haven’t always looked like this. Now, it’s my turn again. Ready to lose your shorts?”
He flashes an uncomfortable grin, and then motions his hands in a bring-it-on gesture.
“What’s the longest relationship you’ve ever had?”
He inhales deeply and then winces.
“A week. Now, my turn to ask you something. How many of those three guys brought you to orgasm during sex? And that doesn’t include oral sex.”
Oh shit. Frigging eh.
I can’t tell him I’ve never had an orgasm during sex. He’ll think I’m broken or defective or something.
Crap.
Standing up, I slip out of my shorts and drop them to the ground, bringing a wolfish grin to his face.
“Interesting,” he murmurs as if to himself.
Please don’t know.
“My turn,” I grumble as his eyes scour my newly shining skin, lingering over the orange fabric barely covering me. “What’s the one thing in life you feel guiltiest about?”