“Still. Always,” I whisper, moving my head up to press my lips to her jaw. “It’s you, Sofia. No one else but you.”
Her eyes glaze over as she leans into my lips. “Really?”
“Really. You’re a virgin, but everything isn’t about sex.”
She rolls her eyes. “They make songs about drugs, sex, and alcohol. Not sweet kisses and holding hands.”
I roll my eyes in return. “But to me, it’s not a big deal. I just want to be with you.”
Sofia swallows. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me. Just know that when you’re ready, I will definitely be ready.”
She chances a grin. “Oh yeah?”
I scoff. “Sofia, I could take you right now, but I don’t think I’m mentally ready to be gentle.”
She smirks. “You weren’t gentle for my first kiss either.”
My heart drops into my stomach. “No shit?”
“No shit.”
My lips quirk. “Wow. Was it good enough?”
“It was perfect,” she says breathlessly. “Everything I wanted.”
Oh, heart. We aren’t gonna make it with her. Cupping her sweet face, I press my nose into hers. “Good, because it was more than everything I wanted.”
Her eyes soften before she kisses the side of my mouth. Meeting my gaze once more, she whispers, “You really are gonna ruin me for the male gender, aren’t you?”
“Totally,” I whisper, moving my lips to hers. “But then, I’m sure you’ve already ruined me for the female gender.”
And she has.
Yet, even though I’m acting cool as a cucumber, I’m freaking the fuck out. She’s a virgin, and if by chance I’m lucky enough to be her first, I know I won’t be her last. No one stays with their first time. They’re a distant thought, a happy memory you talk about when you find the one you want to spend the rest of your life with. I have a feeling that at the end of this, I’ll be only a memory for her. And damn it, I’m gonna be the best fucking memory she’ll ever have.
And she’ll be mine.
But there is no way in hell I’m letting her go.