wash over me as my shoulders relax
and I take a deep breath.
“You want to watch some TV?” He gives me a
one-dimpled smile that sucks the breath from my lungs.
Forcing my gaze to his enormous television that
hangs on the wall, I step closer to see what he’s watching. “Sure.
What—” I gasp and race toward it, stopping only a foot away from
the screen.
“Raven—”
“That’s Chip Foose!” I point at the screen while
looking back at Jonah who is smiling huge. “I’ve read about this
show in Car and Driver Magazine . It’s called Overhaulin’.
They take old cars from people . . .” The sound of Chip Foose’s
voice calls my attention back to the show. “’57 Chevy, Bel Air, two
door, hardtop,” I mumble to myself, captivated by automotive
brilliance.
A pair of strong arms wrap around my waist. “Come
back and sit on the bed, baby. You can watch it from there.” A hint
of humor laces his words.
Flaming embarrassment. Here I get the chance to be
in bed with Jonah, and I’m stuck to a television screen, watching a
reality show about cars. How very sexy and feminine of
me.
He pulls me a few steps backward to the bed. I don’t
take my eyes off the screen as he hauls me to the headboard,
tucking me into his side. My head against to his chest, I slide my
hand over his bare abs and bite my tongue to keep from Oooing . His hand moves up my arm and stops to toy with my
hair. I sigh in contentment, but quickly remember the heavy weight
I need to get off my chest.
“Jonah?”
“Hmm?”
“I need to talk to you about something.”
He lifts the remote, pressing a button that freezes
the screen.
“I know your, um, reputation.” His body tightens
beneath my cheek and his hand stills in my hair. “Nikki told me
that you’ve never had a girl over. Is that true? It’s just, you’ve
obviously had your fair share of, um, female companions, so I
assumed—”
“Yes. It’s true. You’re the first girl I’ve had in
my bed.”
I take a deep breath and try not to chicken out. “Um
. . . well, there’s something you should know about me.”
He doesn’t say anything, and I can’t see his face,
but his chest has stopped moving.
I squeeze my eyes shut and shove the words out. “I’m
a virgin.”
Holding my breath, I bite my lip and await his
reaction.
I’m not a total prude. I dated Billy Dryer, and he
was the most popular kid in school. We made out a few times until
he broke up with me. Guess his parents told him who my mom was, so
he thought I’d be easy. I’ll never forget him trying to pull my
pants down. When I refused, he said he knew I was a lesbian. A girl
working on cars all day had to be gay. He stormed off and left me
there under the bleachers alone. I decided I’d rather be a virgin
lesbian than the slut daughter of a prostitute.
I’m tossed from my thoughts by the shaking of
Jonah’s silent laughter, and my eyes pop open in surprise.
“Are you laughing?”
His reaction turns into uncontrollable hilarity, not
the response I was expecting.
I push myself up and take a minute to enjoy his
dimples, wide smile, and shining eyes. “What’s so funny?”
“Raven,” he says between chuckles. “You said
yourself I’ve never had a girl over to my house before. Yet, here
you are, in my bed, wearing my shirt, cuddled up in my arms.” He
tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. “You don’t get it, do
you?”
My confused face confirms that I, in fact, do not
get it.
“You, Raven Morretti, are mine. Doesn’t matter if
you’re a virgin or an alien. What you’ve told me changes nothing.
Not. One. Thing.”
Stunned into paralysis, I let his words take
root.
“How’s that possible? Were you not listening when I
told you my mom’s a hooker and my dad’s a pimp?” I’m processing his
reaction aloud and can’t seem to stop. “Candy was right. I’m a
grease monkey, and, considering what my parents do for a living,
I’m trash. I’m inexperienced, young, and a
and I take a deep breath.
“You want to watch some TV?” He gives me a
one-dimpled smile that sucks the breath from my lungs.
Forcing my gaze to his enormous television that
hangs on the wall, I step closer to see what he’s watching. “Sure.
What—” I gasp and race toward it, stopping only a foot away from
the screen.
“Raven—”
“That’s Chip Foose!” I point at the screen while
looking back at Jonah who is smiling huge. “I’ve read about this
show in Car and Driver Magazine . It’s called Overhaulin’.
They take old cars from people . . .” The sound of Chip Foose’s
voice calls my attention back to the show. “’57 Chevy, Bel Air, two
door, hardtop,” I mumble to myself, captivated by automotive
brilliance.
A pair of strong arms wrap around my waist. “Come
back and sit on the bed, baby. You can watch it from there.” A hint
of humor laces his words.
Flaming embarrassment. Here I get the chance to be
in bed with Jonah, and I’m stuck to a television screen, watching a
reality show about cars. How very sexy and feminine of
me.
He pulls me a few steps backward to the bed. I don’t
take my eyes off the screen as he hauls me to the headboard,
tucking me into his side. My head against to his chest, I slide my
hand over his bare abs and bite my tongue to keep from Oooing . His hand moves up my arm and stops to toy with my
hair. I sigh in contentment, but quickly remember the heavy weight
I need to get off my chest.
“Jonah?”
“Hmm?”
“I need to talk to you about something.”
He lifts the remote, pressing a button that freezes
the screen.
“I know your, um, reputation.” His body tightens
beneath my cheek and his hand stills in my hair. “Nikki told me
that you’ve never had a girl over. Is that true? It’s just, you’ve
obviously had your fair share of, um, female companions, so I
assumed—”
“Yes. It’s true. You’re the first girl I’ve had in
my bed.”
I take a deep breath and try not to chicken out. “Um
. . . well, there’s something you should know about me.”
He doesn’t say anything, and I can’t see his face,
but his chest has stopped moving.
I squeeze my eyes shut and shove the words out. “I’m
a virgin.”
Holding my breath, I bite my lip and await his
reaction.
I’m not a total prude. I dated Billy Dryer, and he
was the most popular kid in school. We made out a few times until
he broke up with me. Guess his parents told him who my mom was, so
he thought I’d be easy. I’ll never forget him trying to pull my
pants down. When I refused, he said he knew I was a lesbian. A girl
working on cars all day had to be gay. He stormed off and left me
there under the bleachers alone. I decided I’d rather be a virgin
lesbian than the slut daughter of a prostitute.
I’m tossed from my thoughts by the shaking of
Jonah’s silent laughter, and my eyes pop open in surprise.
“Are you laughing?”
His reaction turns into uncontrollable hilarity, not
the response I was expecting.
I push myself up and take a minute to enjoy his
dimples, wide smile, and shining eyes. “What’s so funny?”
“Raven,” he says between chuckles. “You said
yourself I’ve never had a girl over to my house before. Yet, here
you are, in my bed, wearing my shirt, cuddled up in my arms.” He
tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. “You don’t get it, do
you?”
My confused face confirms that I, in fact, do not
get it.
“You, Raven Morretti, are mine. Doesn’t matter if
you’re a virgin or an alien. What you’ve told me changes nothing.
Not. One. Thing.”
Stunned into paralysis, I let his words take
root.
“How’s that possible? Were you not listening when I
told you my mom’s a hooker and my dad’s a pimp?” I’m processing his
reaction aloud and can’t seem to stop. “Candy was right. I’m a
grease monkey, and, considering what my parents do for a living,
I’m trash. I’m inexperienced, young, and a
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