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" I...I haven’t done a lot of this.” His cheeks flushed pink and my eyes widened. “I mean, I’ve done some stuff, but not a lot. I haven’t...had sex.”
For the longest moment I couldn’t respond. All I could do was stare at him. “You’re a virgin?”
One side of his lips kicked up. “Yeah. You sound surprised.”
“I am. I thought... I don’t know. You were with...Paige. I just assumed you had sex before.”
“That would be a negative,” he replied, picking up my hand. “You’re looking at me like you don’t understand how it’s possible.”
He could really read minds.
“It’s gotten close, but I just never— I haven’t wanted to go that far.” He shrugged a bare shoulder.
“I haven’t done it, either,” I blurted out. “I mean, that’s super obvious since...you’re the first boy I’ve kissed, but yeah, I don’t even know...what I’m saying and I’m just going to shut up.”
Rider chuckled. “Don’t. I love it when you ramble.”
“Only you would enjoy that.” I curled my fingers through his. “Do you want to...go that far with me?”
His lashes swept up and his eyes, with their greenish flecks, met mine. “Yeah. Yeah, I do. Someday.”
Warmth swept across my cheeks as I whispered, “I...I want that, too. Someday.”
The dimple in his right cheek appeared. “Then we’re on the same page. "
― Jennifer L. Armentrout , The Problem with Forever
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" This reminds me of old times,” he said, and his lashes lifted. As his gaze drifted over me, it was focused but all too brief, because he looked away, a muscle working along his jaw. “Kind of.”
A flush raced across my cheeks as I switched out the ball for a new one. He was right—this was like all the other times I’d cleaned him up. Well, when I was younger, I tried to clean him up, but had no idea what I was doing, but as we grew older, and he got into fights defending me or for some other reason, this was our routine.
Except I was pretty sure that when his gaze roamed over me just now, he’d checked out my breasts, and that was definitely something that hadn’t happened before. "
― Jennifer L. Armentrout , The Problem with Forever
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" I’m glad...you texted.”
Rider tilted his head to the side. “Yeah?”
I nodded, probably a little too eagerly, but as the dimple in his right cheek took shape, it was like being rewarded. Our eyes met for a moment, and I didn’t want him to leave. An urge took me like it had during lunch, and I all but bounced forward. Gripping his arms, I stretched up and kissed his cheek. It was pretty much just a peck, so I figured it wasn’t crossing any lines, but the feel of his skin under my lips was still unnerving and unexpected.
“Be careful,” I whispered, backing off.
Rider’s grin faded from his handsome face. A moment passed before he spoke. “Always, Mouse. "
― Jennifer L. Armentrout , The Problem with Forever