Then, I whisper, “I want you to take my virginity.”
CHAPTERTHIRTY
His eyes are wide.
I’ve never seen them this wide before. I’ve also never seen them this dark.
This fraught with things.
So many things that I can’t even begin to understand or untangle. I’m wondering though if one of those things could be something that should make me blush.
Because as it is, I’m not blushing.
No, wait. I am.
What I mean is that even though Iamblushing, I have no desire to cover myself up. I have no desire to hide myself from those big reddish-brown eyes that look more red than brown, more blazing than perhaps the sleeping sun.
However, I will say that even though I’m not very sure of what he’s thinking, I bet one of those things might be that I’m too dramatic. That my whole dress pooling at my feet routine was a little too movie-like.
Honestly, I don’t think so.
I think it was perfect. To symbolize this moment.
This crazy, insane,twistedmoment.
Of me giving it up to him.
That one thing that I’ve never wanted to give to anyone, not even the guy I love.
But I don’t see any other way.
I don’t see how we can ever move on from each other, if we don’t do this. If we don’t say goodbye to each other in this way. Last time our crush led to a kiss — only — but if we don’t get rid of this infatuation, who knows what more we’d end up doing.
How much more guilt we’d have to face.
So yeah, we both need this.
Curling my bare toes into the scratchy gray carpet — I kicked off my sandals about a minute or two ago while he was staring at me like I’m from another planet — I say, “Reign?”
Nothing.
He’s still staring at me, my face to be specific.
Not my naked body.
I swallow. “Say something.”
He blinks.
At least he’s alive.
I take a step toward him and he jolts. His hand thrusts out as he says, “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
He backs up, his body crashing into the door. “Just… Just stay where you are.”
“Why?”