“I didn’t know,” I pointed out gently (and it must be said, since that look was still on his face, carefully). “When the man you’ve outstandingly fucked four times opens up enough to tell you he’s havin’ a rough time because his dad died three years earlier, on this day, this being the reason he went out to get a few drinks the night before, you don’t immediately set about scraping him off so you can get on with your day.” I was wrong, that hooded brow with those thick eyebrows could be ominous. This, I don’t know what I’m doing.”īy the look on his face, what I knew was I did not.Įven though I didn’t, I tentatively nodded, such was the only response I could give due to that look on his face. ” I stuttered then changed courses, “This isn’t like a get-to-know-you date. “Jesus,” he whispered, now staring at me like he’d never seen a woman in his life. I mean, what do you do when a hookup is obviously coming to an end?” The glower wavered as he asked, “The protocol?” Meet a guy, and then, you know, leave with him and then, well.
“Well, I’ve hooked up but not hooked up hooked up. “You’ve never hooked up,” he stated, making it clear he didn’t believe me. “You tryin’ to tell me you were a virgin?” “This,” I said, throwing out an arm to my side.
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