“Do you feel better now?” I asked, only half teasing.
“I feel worlds better,” he replied. “Apparently, that’s what I’ve been missing all these years—you.”
I cupped his face with my hand tenderly. Then I leaned in and kissed him slowly. His tongue traced my bottom lip and made me shudder.
“Let’s get dry,” I said, pulling away.
Reluctantly, Phil followed me out of the bathtub. We had to be careful not to slip on the drenched bathroom floor. We dried each other off and then got dressed. Instead of putting on my own clothes, Phil gave me one of his sweatshirts. It was only slightly too big for me, but it was warm and cozy, and it smelled like him.
Phil put on his boxers, and then we walked into the living room again. I glanced towards the clock. “Maybe you should get some sleep,” I said. “It’s late, and you have work tomorrow.”
“I have to be at the station by nine,” he replied. “Five, six hours of sleep is all I really need.”
“How about some lasagna, then?” I asked.
“My mouth is already watering.” I got out the lasagna and cut out two large pieces.
We ended up on the couch with our plates. We kept the TV on, but neither one of us was really paying attention. After we were done with dinner, Phil turned off the TV and ran his hand up and down my exposed thigh suggestively.
“You look good in that sweatshirt.”
“Do I?”
He smiled. “So good in fact that I kinda want to rip it right off you.”
“That’s an oxymoron if I ever heard it.”
He was leaning in to kiss me when I stopped him. “Wait,” I said gently.
“What is it?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.
I bit my lip. “I have…a confession to make.”
Phil’s expression went from curious to concerned. “Should I be worried?”“Uh… I don’t think so.”
He gave me a nervous smile. “That doesn’t make me feel better.”
“It’s not bad,” I said quickly. “It’s just that… It’s something I should have told you at the beginning. But then everything happened so quickly that I never got a chance to tell you, and you shared so much of yourself with me that I feel it’s only fair that I come clean with you.”
“Come clean?” He sounded alarmed. “About what?”
I took a deep breath. “I’m a virgin. I mean, that is to say, I was a virgin before I met you.”
He was silent for a moment. I was so nervous as to how he would react that I didn’t give him time to process my revelation.
“Phil?”
“Are you saying that the night we slept together for the first time…was your first time ever?”
“Uh…yes.”
Phil turned his hazel eyes on me, and I was powerless to look away. “I’m the only man you’ve ever been with?”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you tell me before we slept together?”
“I didn’t know it was going to happen,” I reminded him. “It just sort of… happened all at once.”