this scenario who could ever get the herp?” I snap defensively.
“Sensitive much? That’s not what I’m saying at all. Although, if either of us were to have it, it would have to be you.”
“Oh bollocks, I always use protection. I don’t go bareback with anyone. Ever. And I get checked regularly. It’s you innocent-looking types that are the most dangerous.”
Her mouth falls open. “What does that mean?”
This is escalating quickly, but I can’t stop snapping at her. She makes me crazy. “Well, the quiet ones always have the most secrets.”
“I’m not quiet!”
“No, but you have the innocent bit down to a science.”
“It’s not a bit.”
“Don’t come off like you’re too perfect to get an STD. You and I aren’t that different.”
“Typically you’d have to have some type of sex to get herpes, Cam!” she exclaims with a frustrated stomp of her foot. A deep blush crawls up her neck and hits her cheeks within seconds like she just realised what she blurted out.
I scowl, feeling completely mind-fucked. I run my hands through my hair and rise up from the bed and into her space. “Indie, spell it out for me. I have a raging boner doing all my proper thinking at the moment and he’s got a one-track mind.”
“Aside from the fact that I’m not going to let you rail me at my place of work…I’m a virgin, okay?” she groans and her hands move to cover the deep, crimson red consuming her face.
I swear her voice echoes in the distance like a shout from the top of a mountain.
Virgin…virgin…virgin…virgin.
My sarcasm arrives first on the scene. “Why don’t you shout that one more time? We want to be sure Beardie heard it in the cheap seats.”
“Shut it,” she snaps, shoving me in the chest. I limp to keep the impact off my bad knee. “There is something horribly wrong with me. What am I doing? You’re my patient…”
While she goes off on a rant to herself, I look down at poor Camden Junior still looking mighty strong beneath the towel. A virgin is a game changer. At least inside the walls of this hospital. Outside, on the other hand…
I look up at her, my face still the picture of stunned. “I can hardly believe it.”
“What?” she barks.
“I’ve heard of women like you. Women that save themselves for their wedding night. But I thought you were an urban myth.”
“I’m not saving myself for marriage.” Her tone is admonishing.
“Then why?” I frown, wondering what other reason anyone could possibly have for staying a virgin this long, especially someone as beautiful as her.
She shrugs and murmurs, “I want it to be good.”
“Your first time?” My face screws up in confusion.
“Yes, keep up!”
Her snappy outburst elicits a smirk on my face. She’s cute all revved up like this. “I’m not having a go. I promise. I’m just trying to wrap my head around all this.”
“There’s not much to grasp. I’m a virgin. End of.”
She crosses her arms and turns away from me, throwing a proper fit in a towel. It’s comical really. But she’s holding on to her virginity just because she wants it to be good? That can’t be the only reason, can it? Most people’s first time is utter crap. Then again, I suppose most people’s first time is in their teens when they’re poking around in the back of a vehicle to hide from their mum and dad. Their priority isn’t for pleasure. It’s so they can tell all their mates at school.
I’m not sure I believed in destiny until this second.
I stride up to her, mindful of my knee, and lean over her back to whisper in her ear, “Why settle for just good?”
She stiffens slightly but turns her head and answers, “Well, I want more than good I guess.” She adjusts the frames of her glasses and turns to face me again. I love how small she is next to me like this. I love that when she looks up at me, her eyes have to squint a little from the lighting above my head. “I’m twenty-four, Camden. I’ve waited this
“Sensitive much? That’s not what I’m saying at all. Although, if either of us were to have it, it would have to be you.”
“Oh bollocks, I always use protection. I don’t go bareback with anyone. Ever. And I get checked regularly. It’s you innocent-looking types that are the most dangerous.”
Her mouth falls open. “What does that mean?”
This is escalating quickly, but I can’t stop snapping at her. She makes me crazy. “Well, the quiet ones always have the most secrets.”
“I’m not quiet!”
“No, but you have the innocent bit down to a science.”
“It’s not a bit.”
“Don’t come off like you’re too perfect to get an STD. You and I aren’t that different.”
“Typically you’d have to have some type of sex to get herpes, Cam!” she exclaims with a frustrated stomp of her foot. A deep blush crawls up her neck and hits her cheeks within seconds like she just realised what she blurted out.
I scowl, feeling completely mind-fucked. I run my hands through my hair and rise up from the bed and into her space. “Indie, spell it out for me. I have a raging boner doing all my proper thinking at the moment and he’s got a one-track mind.”
“Aside from the fact that I’m not going to let you rail me at my place of work…I’m a virgin, okay?” she groans and her hands move to cover the deep, crimson red consuming her face.
I swear her voice echoes in the distance like a shout from the top of a mountain.
Virgin…virgin…virgin…virgin.
My sarcasm arrives first on the scene. “Why don’t you shout that one more time? We want to be sure Beardie heard it in the cheap seats.”
“Shut it,” she snaps, shoving me in the chest. I limp to keep the impact off my bad knee. “There is something horribly wrong with me. What am I doing? You’re my patient…”
While she goes off on a rant to herself, I look down at poor Camden Junior still looking mighty strong beneath the towel. A virgin is a game changer. At least inside the walls of this hospital. Outside, on the other hand…
I look up at her, my face still the picture of stunned. “I can hardly believe it.”
“What?” she barks.
“I’ve heard of women like you. Women that save themselves for their wedding night. But I thought you were an urban myth.”
“I’m not saving myself for marriage.” Her tone is admonishing.
“Then why?” I frown, wondering what other reason anyone could possibly have for staying a virgin this long, especially someone as beautiful as her.
She shrugs and murmurs, “I want it to be good.”
“Your first time?” My face screws up in confusion.
“Yes, keep up!”
Her snappy outburst elicits a smirk on my face. She’s cute all revved up like this. “I’m not having a go. I promise. I’m just trying to wrap my head around all this.”
“There’s not much to grasp. I’m a virgin. End of.”
She crosses her arms and turns away from me, throwing a proper fit in a towel. It’s comical really. But she’s holding on to her virginity just because she wants it to be good? That can’t be the only reason, can it? Most people’s first time is utter crap. Then again, I suppose most people’s first time is in their teens when they’re poking around in the back of a vehicle to hide from their mum and dad. Their priority isn’t for pleasure. It’s so they can tell all their mates at school.
I’m not sure I believed in destiny until this second.
I stride up to her, mindful of my knee, and lean over her back to whisper in her ear, “Why settle for just good?”
She stiffens slightly but turns her head and answers, “Well, I want more than good I guess.” She adjusts the frames of her glasses and turns to face me again. I love how small she is next to me like this. I love that when she looks up at me, her eyes have to squint a little from the lighting above my head. “I’m twenty-four, Camden. I’ve waited this
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