His gaze returns to mine. “I’ve never had—actual sex before.”
My mouth drops open. “What?”
“It’s true.”
“You told me you had moves.” I’m teasing, but he looks so serious—and worried—I clamp my mouth shut before I say something that’ll upset him.
“I do. I just—I don’t know how to explain it. I guess I never got around to completely finishing the deed,” he says, sounding miserable.
“What exactly have you done?” I cannot believe we’re having this conversation right now.
“Everything else but.” He cups my cheek. Tilts my head back so our gazes lock. “Don’t make fun of me right now.”
He sounds so worried. It makes my heart crack wide open, just for him.
“I would never make fun of you,” I stress, slowly shaking my head.
I’m rattled though. He’s saying he’s a freaking virgin. Tony Sorrento, resident hottie on campus, a virgin!
Who knew?
Apparently no one. Definitely not me.
“What about Sophie? You never had sex with her?” I thought she was the great love of his life.
He frowns. “How do you know about Sophie?”
Well. This is embarrassing. I probably shouldn’t have asked that. “I overheard you talking with Caleb earlier.”
“Oh. Well. We got together last year. She was my first girlfriend. We messed around some, but I could never get her to have sex with me. She was too scared.” He sighs. Shakes his head. “I don’t want to talk about Sophie.”
Maybe he’s still in love with her. I can feel it in the way he closes himself off.
“Right. Not the time or place.” I nudge my torso against his. At least his dick is still hard. That’s a good sign. “Put me down, please.”
He lowers me to the ground and I immediately toe off my low-rise Chucks before I start taking off my jeans. They’re so tight, I basically peel them off my legs, and I get rid of them quick, a sigh of relief escaping me when they’re off.
“What are you doing?” Tony asks.
“What does it look like?” I raise a brow.
“I thought you were going to leave.”
I look at him. I mean, I really look at him, studying his face. He’s worried. His face is set in a grimace, and his gaze is full of uncertainty.
This is silly. We’re about to have sex—and it’s his first time. It should be fun
and carefree. Not traumatizing and worried you’re going to get judged.
I can admit I’m a little thrown by his admission, but it’s not enough to stop me. So I’ll be Tony Sorrento’s first. So what?
You’ll be his first. That’s a big deal. If he has a thing for Sophie? He’ll have a bigger thing for you.
I shove that voice into the farthest corner of my head and tell it to shut up.
“Come here.” I reach out my hand and he takes it so I can pull him toward me. He comes willingly, our bodies colliding, and he smiles down at me, his arms coming around my bare waist. “Do you have condoms?”
He nods, his fingers caressing my sides a total distraction. I tell myself to focus.