Trapped (Caged 2)

“It’s just that she…you know…” I paused for a second as I walked away from the car and toward the building, pacing a bit. “I’m trying to take it slow, right? Because she hasn’t before. I mean…she’s a…you know…a virgin.”

“No shit?”

“No shit.”

“Hmm,” Yolanda hummed. “I take it you’re not getting anywhere?”

“She just seems really hesitant, you know?” I said. “I want to, but I back off because she seems uncomfortable with it. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”

“How long has this officially been a relationship?”

“Um…almost a week.”

Yolanda laughed.

“Maybe you should give it a little more time,” she suggested. “Has she even been kissed before?”

I didn’t really want to think about it.

“She’s got this asshole ex,” I told her. “They did some stuff, but I don’t think she was into it.”

“Uh huh.”

“I think there’s shit about him she hasn’t told me,” I said. “It pisses me off.”

Yolanda glared at me.

“What?” I asked.

“Pot, meet kettle,” she said. “Kettle, pot.”

“Nice.” I tossed the cigarette butt toward the parked cars and leaned up against the white stucco wall outside the gym.

“What, you expect her to open up when you don’t?” Yolanda shook her head at me.

“It’s not the same,” I said.

“How do you know?”

Well, that logic was a little hard to argue with, but I tried.

“She doesn’t want to know about that shit,” I said. “Besides that, I don’t want to go over it with her. It doesn’t matter.”

“Maybe she feels the same way,” Yolanda suggested.

“So what do I do?” I asked. “I mean…sometimes it’s like I scare her away or something.”

“Are you being an ass at the time?” she asked.

“I don’t think so,” I replied. I thought about the other night in the hotel. “Well…maybe. But just…you know, teasing.”

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“Seriously, Liam?” Yolanda said with a half smile. “I’ve seen you sweet talk college girls and MILFs into notches on your bedpost. You really don’t know what to say?”

“That’s not the same,” I scoffed.

“Why not?”