Always You (Love Hurts 1)

“Okay, what the hell, Wrenn?” Kass finally said, my phone vibrating again. Another text.

I can’t wait to see you. Just you and me. And preferably not in a closet this time.

I put my phone down and looked at Kass, who was glaring at me impatiently.

“Come on. Spill it,” she whined impatiently.

“Dalton kind of followed me to the bathroom. And we kind of got it on in a storage closet.”

Kass’s mouth dropped open, her eyes growing wide.

“No, not that!” I giggled, realizing what she was thinking. “But if we’d been somewhere more private, that probably would’ve happened.”

Kass squealed and hit my arm.

“Ow!” I cried, laughing.

“You little minx, so it worked! Was he completely jealous?” she demanded, smiling.

“He wanted to beat the shit out of Shannon,” I admitted with a smile.

“That’s so sweet,” she gushed.

“It felt good seeing him so angry, Kass. Why did that feel so good?”

“Because it means he really likes you, and isn’t just after sex,” she replied, her tone very matter-of-fact. I giggled. Because she was such an expert on guys. “Are you still a virgin?”

I blushed and shook my head, not expecting her to ask me that.

“How long would you wait to sleep with him, then?”

“I don’t know,” I shrugged, feeling awkward even talking about it. “When it felt right, I guess. I’m not against having sex early in a relationship.”

“But?”

“I feel so inexperienced next to him. Sure, he’s only five years older than me, but he’s probably slept with God knows how many women. What if I’m really bad?” As soon as I said it, I cringed.

Kass burst out laughing which made me feel even worse. “Wrenn, you’re young and freaking as sexy as hell. I mean, I’d do you. You could just lie there not moving and still be a great fuck.”

I rolled my eyes at her, a small part of my liking that she thought I was hot.

She’s right, I guess. If he really liked me, the sex would be special regardless of how badly I sucked—no joke intended.

“Have you given head before?” she asked with a smirk.

“For your information, I’ve been told I’m pretty damn good at it,” I said nonchalantly.

“By who? Toby, the seventeen-year-old sexpert?” she sniggered.

I glowered at her. Okay, so maybe the source of my praise wasn’t that reliable, but I still knew my way around a penis.

“But seriously, that’s totally gross. I could never put one of them in my mouth. Ugh.” She screwed up her nose. “I much prefer vagina.”

“So you’ve never…”

“Nope. I’ve had sex with a couple of guys, but not that. I much prefer the female body. I have no problem going down on a girl, but a guy? Hell, no. You couldn’t pay me enough to do that shit.”

“So, what’s it like?” I couldn’t believe what I was asking. My curiosity had gotten the better of me.