“I get it. There’s no shame in holding onto your virtue for as long as you can. I know I wish I had.”
“How many people have you slept with?” I ask.
I’m curious about Pierce’s lifestyle but didn’t want to come right out and ask unprompted. This seems like a pretty good time to ask.
“Guys or girls?” He smirks, pulling his car onto the road.
“Shut up!” I smack his arm playfully. “You’ve been with both?”
“Um, how else would I know that I like both?” He chuckles.
“Good point, I guess.” I relax back into the seat. “So, how many of each then?”
“Two guys, six girls.”
“Eight people?” I gape at him.
“Don’t look at me like that. Eight people isn’t that many. Especially considering on two occasions they were threesomes.”
“Two people at once.” I choke on the words.
“Lord, you really are innocent. From that mouth of yours I never would have guessed.”
“What’s wrong with my mouth?” I ask. “Wait a minute. Don’t you dare change the subject. I need more information, like right now.”
“Pretty sure it will take me longer than the car ride to your house to give you all the details.” He smiles at me. “How about I fill you in another time?”
“Seriously? You’re going to leave me hanging like that?”
“I think you should try making it past second base before I share. I might traumatize you or something.”
“Now I’m even more curious,” I whine.
“Maybe that’s my goal.” He wrinkles his nose playfully.
“You’re mean.” I huff, crossing my arms in front of myself.
“I know someone else who’s mean, yet you still spent the last several minutes drooling over him.”
“Drooling? I was not drooling.”
“Sure you weren’t,” he says sarcastically. “Look, I’m not judging. I was drooling a little, too.”
“He’s good looking, I’ll give him that. But he’s also mean, and bossy and, and, and, an asshole.” I push the last part out, not able to think of the word I was trying to say.
“Let me ask you something—the guys you’ve dated before, how would you describe them?”
“What do you mean?”
“Like, were they nice guys? Pretty boys?”
“Well, I’ve only ever had one serious boyfriend, but yes, I’d say he was a nice guy.”
“And yet you didn’t want to sleep with him?”
“I wanted to.”
“But you said it never felt right. Did you ever think of why that is?”