Maybe Baby by Andrea Smith

immediately captured by his sapphire ones. They were intense; totally sexy and damned if they weren't kind of smoldering, too.
    “I need you to know something Tylar,” his tone now serious. “I'll never go beyond the boundaries of what you permit me to do as far as touching you. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
    “I think so,” I whispered, studying his expression closely. Wanting to get right back to what we'd been doing just a few seconds ago.
    He continued, “I'll never let our relationship get physical beyond what you're ready for, regardless as to whether you communicate otherwise, okay?”
    I felt myself turn beet red. I pulled my legs up, folding them in front of me like a fort of protection. I wrapped both arms around my bent legs and lowered my face so that my chin was resting on my knees. I avoided his eyes, feeling a bit embarrassed and ashamed. I suspected he had guessed that I was a virgin. Trey reached out with his hand, tilting my chin back up, forcing me to look into his eyes. Eyes that now seemed to be searching mine for… something.
    “You've nothing to be ashamed of, do you understand that? We're going to make this right, damn it, I promise you that.”
    Rewind. What?
    Obviously, he had figured out that I was a virgin. I wondered if it had been in the way I kissed. It wasn't like I hadn't kissed before, but I loved that he was telling me that I'd no reason to be ashamed of my virginity. What I totally wasn't getting though was his promise that “we” were going to make it right. He sensed my confusion.
    “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked softly.
    “I do,” I answered, “but I'm a little bit embarrassed and a tad confused.”
    “Just tell me what confuses you, and remember that there's no need to be embarrassed about anything . It's not your fault.”
    “Okay, here goes. I'm going to just blurt it out because I don't candy-coat stuff. That's just not my style.”
    He nodded, ready for it.
    “I mean I love that you're okay with the fact that I'm still a virgin and all,” I blurted, “but what I don’t understand is your promise to make that right when you refuse…uhhh…you are reluctant to make love to me, because I guess you think that I’m not ready. So, I guess my question is how much longer do you think my virginity needs to stay intact?”
    I looked at him and suddenly realized I'd totally blown his mind. He couldn’t say that I hadn’t warned him about my bluntness. I continued to watch him closely, waiting for a response. His expression was that of shock or confusion. Maybe a little bit of both.
    “You’re a virgin ?” he finally sputtered. “I had no idea. My God, are you sure ?”
    What? I mean…WHAT?
    “Am I sure? I think I'd know, don’t you?" I croaked loudly.
    He looked stunned.
    "What the hell did you mean when you said that I had nothing to be ashamed of and that we would make it right then if you weren’t referring to my virginity?”
    “I was referring to what I presumed to be some sort of…sexual abuse from your past. I mean…the dreams, or nightmares or whatever you want to call them and then there's your aversion to talking about them. I guess I just assumed it was some type of…sexual battery from years ago."
    “Are you serious?" I asked, totally blown away by his assumption. "I mean don’t you think that I'd know it if I had been sexually abused?”
    He was thoughtful for a moment. “How do you explain the dream last night?”
    “It was a nightmare. I’ve had a few since my concussion. They're weird and a little scary, I admit that, but to think they indicate I've been raped or abused? I don't see how you got there."
    “In last night’s dream you were screaming things at me. You were asking me why I was letting ‘her’ use me to hurt you. You then screamed that you could do those things, and that you could be what she is.”
    “So?” I asked, defensively. “None of that sounds like I was raped does it?”
    “Who is she ?”