Pierce waits until we step out into the cold night air before speaking again. “I know what you’re thinking. You don’t want anything to do with that. I promise.”
“Anything to do with what?” I don’t have to play oblivious; I really don’t know what he’s talking about.
I pick up speed, having trouble keeping up with his long strides as we make our way away from Hart’s. There are several people hanging out outside, despite the fact that it’s January. I guess they figured if they couldn’t get in they’d wait outside to find out the outcome.
“Zayden.” His eyes slide to me. “You don’t want anything to do with him. I know the kind of girls he goes for. Trust me when I say you’re not that kind of girl.”
“Is that your way of telling me I’m not pretty enough?” I find myself becoming mildly offended.
“Yeah, right.” He snorts. “You’re an easy ten out of ten.” His eyes do a quick side sweep of me to get his point across. “What you look like is not the hiccup.”
“Then what is?”
I don’t even know why I care. It’s not like I plan on making a play for Zayden. Why would I? The man has made my life a living hell this past week.
“Let’s just say that Zayden tends to like girls with a little more experience.” He puts the words in air quotes.
“Huh?”
“You know.” He gives me a look that says I can’t be that dense. “As in sexually. Guys like Zayden have certain expectations from the girls they spend time with. And more often than not, that’s all they’re interested in.”
“How do you know I’m not that kind of girl?” I ask, crossing my arms in front of my chest in an effort to warm myself. We’d decided to leave our jackets in the car so we wouldn’t have to hold them. At the moment, I’m regretting that decision.
“Because I have eyes,” he tells me knowingly, dropping an arm over my shoulder and pulling me against his side when he notices me shivering.
The warmth of his body is enough to take the edge off, and I welcome it whole heartedly.
“I’ve messed around with guys before,” I say grumpily.
“Messed around how? Because if you haven’t taken it in every hole at least once, refer to my previous statement—you don’t want anything to do with that.”
“Okay well, I haven’t—but I’ve done other things. And who said I want anything to do with that to begin with?”
“Like what?” he questions, snagging his keys out of his pocket as we get close to his car.
“Huh?” I’m not sure which part of my statement he’s referring to.
“What kind of things have you done?”
“I don’t know.” Heat flood my cheeks. I’ve never been one to talk to guys about this kind of stuff—no matter who that guy is.
“You don’t know?” He quirks a brow as he unlocks the car and pulls open the passenger door for me.
“I mean, me and my ex-boyfriend participated in some pretty heavy petting,” I admit, not really sure how else to describe it.
“Heavy petting?” Laughter bubbles from his throat as he shuts the door and crosses to the driver’s side. Sliding inside, he’s still chuckling as he jams the key into the ignition and turns it over—immediately flipping on the heat. “Heavy petting,” he repeats. “It’s even worse than I thought. Have you even had an orgasm before?”
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“Were you not at the party last night? I’m pretty sure you already know the answer to that,” I say, sliding on my jacket before latching my seatbelt.
“Wait.” He does a double take. “The shower thing was true?”
“Well, what do you expect? I’m eighteen and have never had sex. I have to get relief somehow.”
“Good point.” He chuckles. “I knew you weren’t a girl who sleeps around, but I figured you had at least had sex before. A girl who looks like you—I’m sure there’s never been a shortage of options. So what’s the hold up?”
“There’s no hold up. It’s not like I haven’t wanted to. It’s just never felt right, ya know?” I blow out a breath.