“The difference between us is I don’t want one.”
“I don’t want a girlfriend either, genius.”
“Semantics.”
“Big word. You learn that on your word of the day calendar?”
His eyes flashed, and the anger on his face was plain as day.
Shit.
My mouth was going to get me in trouble.
He stepped right into my personal space.
“Are you calling me stupid?”
“If the shoe fits…”
“Don’t mess with me right now, Julian. I’m pissed, and it won’t end well for you.”
I gulped as a shiver of desire ran up my spine.
Fuck.
“Not like that. I’m not into sloppy seconds.” He grinned sardonically. “Bravo on losing your V-card, though. I was sure you’d keep it until you were thirty.”
“I didn’t.”
“What?”
I snapped my jaw closed, a tremor of shock shooting through me.
Why had I told him that?
Yeah, I knew exactly why I’d said it.
For some reason I wanted him to know I hadn’t hooked up. It wasn’t any of his business, and I should have just lied, but I couldn’t.
As fucked up as it was, I wanted him to know the truth.
I cleared my throat. “It didn’t work out.”
I braced for whatever insult he was going to throw at me.
“Why not?”
His voice was softer, curious.
Huh?
That was so not what I’d expected.
“It just didn’t. We weren’t compatible.”
I was too embarrassed to tell him that the dude had refused to suit up.
He didn’t say anything, just stepped closer until our chests were nearly touching.